Family Under Separate Flags
Imagine if we were as close to the Australian coast
As is jolly England to her bête noir; the shores of France.
Or one hundred and thirty six miles to Holland boast
Aussies acting like larrikins, while we would look askance.
But whisk up egg whites and white sugar, call it Pavlova.
To the unknown creator we should both give a diploma.
Then there is the distinct sharing of the race horse Phar Lap,
Another steadfast icon, that put us both on the map.
In nineteen hundred and one went our separate ways.
We say sex, they say six, each to each we will hector.
Giving those across the ditch, brick bats, rather than bouquets.
Rivalry between the two always on the agenda.
We will let them have Russell Crowe because now we have Lorde
Whose among the celebs Split Enz & Flight of the Concords?
But come April not an Aussie or a Kiwi forget,
Family under separate flags, resplendent ANZACS.
Benita H. Kape (c) 4.4.2015