Next morning a lie in,
before some more sight seein.
Over to the harbour side
onto the Melbourne Star for a ride
The same as the London Eye, a big wheel,
maybe too much for Susan, I feel.
A stroll around the galleries, lanes and a tram,
lots of people, shops and sights to cram.
Next day we met Mark and Dorothy
Mark a very old mate and his wife a true Aussie
We walked along the south bank of the River Yarra
The time just didn't seem to marra,
And into China Town for our tea
left the choice to Mark and Dorothy,
ahh this is a good place and not a bad price,
Oh and by the way they throw the rice!
What? I said, are you sure of this?
Yes, said Mark, now catch your dish!
For starters we had soup and seaweed,
traditional we all agreed,
Then chicken and prawns, and beef all a flame,
then the chef took aim.
He threw the rice bowls to all at the table,
you had to catch them if you were able.
Now he chops and fires an omelette
at your mouth without a helmet.
A novel way to serve a meal
and you do end up a bit like a seal!
Back to the river to see the sight
of Melbourne all lit up at night.
A lovely evening we all agree
Mark, Dorothy, Susan and me.
Finally Sunday saw us at the MCG
the first one dayer of three
Fantastic ground and wonderful seats
to watch England perform some marvelous feats.
But alas it was not to be
Stuffed yet again, oh woe is me!
And so we leave Australia with sorrow
But hey, we're in New Zealand tomorrow.
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