Thursday, Apr 21, 2011 at 16:32
The day has come you've waited for
To say to work goodbye.
And finally do the things you've wished
To do when you retire.
You've heard the many stories
From friends and rels alike.
Of travels around Australia
From luxury to bike.
Now some have chosen caravans
And some have motorhomes.
Others tents and campers
Then there's the Whizz Bang clones.
You've bought your beaut new four wheel drive
Your boat and trailer too.
Plus your sparkling tandem caravan
Which even has a loo.
Then finally comes that special day
You wish your kids goodbye.
And head off into the unknown
Not caring where or why.
The drive into your first park,
becomes your first big
test.
As Mum directs you "turn to left"
"No! That is to the right".
And beckons you with handwaves
Whilst standing out of sight.
You'll then get all the old hands
Coming to your aid.
And after all is settled, some great new friends you've made.
After stabilizers are wound down,
Power and hose installed.
The TV set is ready
For the greatest
test of all.
The aerial is fixed, the tv's turned on
And Mum is giving guidance
Where the signal's coming from.
"A little further round dear, No that's much to far".
But you haven't touched the bloody thing
You've gone to park the car.
After happy hour with the neighbours
A meal of the takeaway.
You're ready for a beaut hot shower
And then to hit the
hay.
Then as you head for slumber
Land a sound that sits you bolt upright.
The strangest sound of Whizzbang!
Gives you a hell of a fright.
It's Fred and Mildred from next door
In that panel van sort of thing.
With a door that slides from front to back
And somehow lost its spring.
Well they go to have shower
Then off to phone the kids.
Then they must have a twinkle
Before they shut their lids.
Then somewhere around the hours of 12
The bladders need a drain.
And Whizz bang! Bloody Whizz bang!
Comes that loud refrain.
Now, before the sun has risen
A screech rings through the park.
It's the grinding sound of stabilizers
Being raised for a quick depart.
So as you rise to greet the day
All bleary eyed and tired.
You wonder if your days at work
Were better than being retired.
Author unknown.
Hope you got a chuckle.
Ant and Nat
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Follow Up By: harryopal - Thursday, Apr 21, 2011 at 17:14
Thursday, Apr 21, 2011 at 17:14
Good afternoon all,
And then there are those really noisy air conditioners on some of the flashest Winnebagos.
Some white noise might help. A slightly noisy fan near your bed can soften a lot of irritating sounds but then perhaps it has ever been thus. Just getting a good sleep and there's a marauding army on an orgy of destruction. Imagine living in Afghanistan or Libya just settling down and BANG there goes another bloody rocket.
I sometimes think we have been blessed to live in a curious time warp of relative peace and tranquility whereas life for most of the world's
population that has ever lived has been grim, short and brutish.
I suppose this is a bit like telling a man who has lost a leg how lucky he is because there are so many aint got legs.
It also seems that the only thing that keeps a society from total anarchy is courteousy and consideration for others. That sometimes seems to be an increasingly rare commodity. Perhaps a sign. `PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE ADULT MALE IN THIS CARAVAN IS A RECENTLY RELEASED PARANOID SCHITZOPHRENIC WHO CAN BE TRIGGERED BY SMALL NOISES... and loud ones. WE APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR HIS BEHAVIOUR.'
Yours tropically, Harry
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Follow Up By: BrownyGU - Thursday, Apr 21, 2011 at 20:48
Thursday, Apr 21, 2011 at 20:48
Gold Not So
Grey grey nomad, absolute Gold!
I'm glad you mentioned the early rises also, I reckon they are as inconsiderate as the late nighters, winding up awnings, stabilizers etc all at 6.30am!
The wizzbang crew mainly seem to be, as mentioned OS visitors, I'm sure they have all been warned of the many deadly creatures that are rife in Caravan Parks in OZ, that are ready to slip,slide, jump, crawl or fly into there van as soon as you turn your back, so all doors must be slammed tight, otherwise they will get in and kill you in your sleep, don't dare leave it open while you brush your teeth, cause it will be the last thing you do......!
Cheers.......Browny
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Follow Up By: Curlynan - Friday, Apr 22, 2011 at 21:16
Friday, Apr 22, 2011 at 21:16
Ant & Nat
Great poem.
Thanks for posting it. I'm going to print & frame it.
Yep we got a good chuckle out of that.
Life is a Highway !!!
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Follow Up By: Not so grey nomads - Saturday, Apr 23, 2011 at 11:43
Saturday, Apr 23, 2011 at 11:43
I cannot recall the author of the poet, so credit goes to he.
Ant
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