Meet me at the Woolpack

by CD Richards

When we first met, way back in two-thousand,
who could know it would work out this way?
You came over to check out Playstation,
to my shock, you decided to stay.

Well, your stature is "vertically challenged",
for you're not even close to a smoot;
but you're funny and sexy and clever—
yes, in short, I would say that you're cute.

Now you may not resemble a choirgirl,
and your spirit has always been free.
While you're not hanging out to see heaven,
you're a saint, 'cuz you put up with me.

You're the one that I want to grow old with;
shut your face, I'm not "already there".
Oh, how dare you? I'm telling your parents.
Your response? "Do it, see if they care!"

Yes, I see now where you got the sass from;
well it's cool, and I love them both too.
For they brought me a gift from Great Britain,
and it happens that present is you.

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smoot: a unit of length equal to five feet seven inches.

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Image: SS Lurline, later renamed RHMS Ellinis, on which a certain "ten pound Pom", as assisted passage immigrants were known back then, arrived in Australia in 1973.

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