My love has gone to jolly Down Under For pies and chips and Kangaroo footy And I set out for castles and wonder To taste of robes and port wine in Blighty. It’s said that nothing tests a good man’s heart Like breaking bad (and beds) on foreign soils; A ticket to punch before I depart And sample a stranger’s honey-sweet spoils. While he veered south and I kept to his west We both unlocked and left a door open; Every caress of another man’s chest Proved yet another doorframe had broken. I dropped my degree in ignorant bliss All for the sake of exploring a kiss.
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