Poem on the Advantages of Living at the Remuera End of the North Shore
See Devonport and Fry
There are ferries at the bottom of our garden,
the Takapuna people envy us:
we never have to fight
page 146 the ladies for the right
to sit upon a seat aboard the bus.
If your arteries have not begun to harden
we have a hill to climb, and boats to sail,
a golf-course for the dubs,
a pair of lovely pubs,
a wharf where you can fish for yellowtail.
Oh, I nearly overlooked — I beg your pardon —
our Naval Base that's operated by
the Kiwi and the Pom,
a target for the Bomb —
now what could be a nicer way to die?