Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.

The Sunrise Show. Grant Denyo. Forecast 27.
And Dave Dobbin thought that he had a slice of heaven.
Shower done. Logged on. A comment on my 'blog.
Hazelberry cooked me breakfast with no hog:)

Drove to work. Dissed a jerk. Caught a CAT. Noticed a hippy,
riding down, downtown - in denim dress, make-up and lippy.
Blogged some more. Snore, snore. One for me, one for the cheetah.
Chime, chime. Lunch time. 'I'll take a stroll down to the river'.

Caught a lift. Lunch shift. Skippin' school like Bueller Ferris.
Warm sun. Fun, fun. Smelt the ocean from the Terrace.
Down the hill. Infill. Then a park down by the banks.
Cronulla Aussies in their cossies. Asked me to join 'em. Said, 'no thanks'.

Next field. Ball heeled. A Belmore set was kicking leather.
No riot. No fiot. Separate interests, but together.
On and on, strode to the Swan. The river smelt like Circular Quay.
But it was Perth. New universe? Or just a parallel Sydney?