then Gregil spoke this verse
bags bulging with loot
mossy vikings make landfall
poor plundered kiwis
Author: Greg
sick transit gloria
we have been smoten
both feeling ill in our room
cruel airplane awaits
girl contemplating snack with boots on
the werechild hungers
portents of a down frenzy
doomed geese waddle on
the sheep-based internet blows
like the ebbing tide
the wireless network recedes
talking to myself
he got the tats in prison
you lookin’ at me?
don’t make me come over there
i’ll peck your shit up
and here comes Mr. Spock
Thor’s nummy breakfast
everyone loves rock pancakes
where is my steam fork?
Purple Death
seductive label
is it porto or Faygo?
high octane syrup
Motueka motivator
air raid siren shrieks
it’s time to change my trousers
thanks, fire brigade test
views from places we’ve stayed
    
    
Kaikoura                               Dunedin                                Te Anau
almost as tasty as albatross
now that is a slice
nestled in the flaky crust
two boiled eggs and ham
this explains the long silences on the blog
iPods and laptops
we have the technology
now who hid the ‘net?
Leslie jumps to conclusions
what is Hey, Bumpy?
not a maternity store
hot dogs sold instead
Vegemite makes me think of Men at Work
who needs leafy greens?
vegetables are what food eats
pass the Vegemite
how the sperm whale got its name
at sea far too long
sailors look at whales and see
foreheads full of sperm
whale watching in Kaikoura
our ship spanks the swells
green tourists cling to sick bags
dusky dolphins leap