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As this poem hasn’t progressed any further, l have called a halt to it, but we did pretty well all the same.
The Perfectly Crazy Bucket List!
Rory Starts us off:
So, so much to do, and with so little time,
I want to do everything, nothing to be missed,
But how do I plan it all, how do I define,
The perfectly crazy bucket list?
First up is a lush tropical jungle,
Jaguars and waterfalls… all quite insane;
I do hope my parachute isn’t all bungled,
When I jump from the doorway of this airplane!
I want to take a rocket into space,
Or maybe a submarine ride deep in the sea.
I sure hope they will save me a place,
Because that’s where I really want to be!
A trip to the mountains is what l’d choose,
I’ll make sure to wear climbing shoes,
Rocks are high and edges slippery,
Wouldn’t want to fall off the periphery,
I’d like to see the world, visit the sands of Abu Dhabi
take a cruise down the Golden Gate Bridge in my Maserati
head to New England and catch a game at old Fenway Park,
then board a ship to Costa Rica where I can swim with a shark.
I’d travel to the desert in Egypt
And photograph the pyramids
Then board the Cairo railway,
To the Chocolateria in Madrid.
Swimming with dolphins in the ocean deep
A worldwide cruise, though it won’t be cheap
I want to write a novel, and hope it’s a best seller
To see my book upon a shelf, wouldn’t that be stellar?
I’d love to ride a zip wire high up in the trees
And to do so fearlessly as often as I please.
A Starfighter pilot I’d dearly love to be
I smash the evil aliens and set the good world’s free.
Dale’s Two Cents’
For the longest time, I have dreamt of Tuscany
Not merely to visit, but to eat, live, and dine
Vacation in ’16 felt like my destiny
I’m ever so convinced, I will fit in just fine
Christine offers her wishes:
Gallowayshire, the ancestral home,
the trip of my dreams with enough £s to roam;
to meet with some long-losts in Wigtown for tea
to stroll through the heather; gaze out o’er the sea.
To see the Northern Lights is my one true desire
I could look at them forever, and never really tire
Color painting the skies, brightens earth and sea
The Aurora Borealis, now that’s the scene for me
My feet walking along the shoreline of a pristine island
with crystal clear water, pink sand, and beautiful palms.
Doesn’t much matter which one as long as the weather is grand.
Shades on, lotion lathered, now let’s work on releasing qualms.
I want to dance the Time Warp on the fancy New York stage,
And when feeling lacklustre, have a cup of tea with the Queen.
I want to represent for everyone the epitome of a bygone age,
And be the best dressed celebrity, the world has ever seen!
I would love to travel to the highest place on the earth
A climb to the Mount Everest, getting there quiet out of breath
I would need a lot of equipment to get me there in one piece
Because I do not want it to be the last act I perform before the expiry of my lease
I’d like to hear the whale song as I did when I visited NZ,
Pop in and visit Bro again, and rest my weary head.
Conquer pain and maladies of those I love and adore
Then eat without consequence foods of calories galore!
Since reaching this allegedly advanced age,
I’m often questioned about the next page,
What is on my ‘bucket list’, where will I go and other such?
My answer is I’ve done most things I set out to do; so ‘not much.’
I’d love to go back to bonny Scotland,
Where a wee lass sits waiting for me.
She plays the bagpipes with her band,
We will meet again, just wait and see.
Which is where the poem stopped.
Thanks all for your great additions. Rory