If only the beach was closer
If only men were more like women
If only I had a coffee and nicotine drip
If only guilt and pride could be assuaged
If only the nightly news made me smile
If only I’d listened to paternal real estate wisdom
If only Jesus had boobs
If only I could turn off my worry gene
If only the sun didn’t dazzle so happily off the pool
If only I had an income
If only I had someone to clean the house
If only I wasn’t obsessed with the past
If only I could hear the creaking of the bed springs
If only Julia Bishop’s glare didn’t remind me of my own
If only Tony Abbott dematerialized
If only I wasn’t so old
If only I could find the key to my imagination
If only the trees didn’t block my view of the mountain
If only the neighbours weren’t so surly
If only I could gag the rambunctious dog
If only my extrovert would come home with me
If only I didn’t have parents with Alzheimers
If only there was some red meat in the fridge
If only I had straighter legs, a smaller nose, whiter teeth …
If only I was someone else I’m confident I’d be a good writer!
Yes it is a load of codswallop, especially the last line - but very entertaining, and oh, how I can identify (partciularly re Tony Abbott).
ReplyDeleteI loved it, and love the wonderful photo too!