Number 74, The Glass is Always Cleaner!

Some rhymes appear from left field, so to speak, as a bit of surprise to me.  This is one of them!  A rhyme without reason.

The Glass is Always Cleaner!

Why don’t we go and live in Saudi?
Where the sky is rarely cloudy,
Lots of people there are rich,
Can’t be many places which
Have the standards Saudi does;
Could be good for all of us!
Except perhaps our women folk
Who probably would rather poke
Their eyes out with a sharpened stick,
And leave the Arabs double quick!

So perhaps we’ll emigrate
To some other emirate;
The glass is always cleaner there,
And the air is rarer where,
The temperature is high enough
To kill the flies and bugs and stuff,
And people all are air conditioned,
And their flats are well positioned,
At an elevated spot,
Where the view is pretty hot,
Across the bay of crowded boats...
Not a view of herded goats,
That you might find if you remove,
Yourself to where they disapprove;
Your ostentatious values when,
You condescend to stay with them.
Or should I say you pay to them
The price they ask in their harem!


So all in all, I would proceed,
To move to Norway with all speed;
Where even though it’s quiet and dull,
And entertainment is the cull
Of baby seals in silken fur,
Life there is better than the whirr,
Of cash tills in the backstreet souk,
That from your pockets daily took,
A fortune for the bling you wear,
Just to help you blend in there.

Better still why not remain,
In England with the wind and rain?
Where all rich Arabs finally come,
To roost when all is said and done!

© Stephen Saunders

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