SUMMER OF EIGHTY EIGHT

 

The summer of eighty-eight

What a holiday it was

Me, tottering Bob and Metaxa Mary

On the Greek island of Andros

In the chain of islands

Known as the Cyclades

We would sit on the beach

Or some beach front café

Like the medusa or the koala

Watching the semi naked femmes

And not just that but fit too

Apart from Mary

She was more interested in the Geraniums

Which grew seven feet high

We enjoyed the Greek cuisine

Such as it was

Stuffed vine leaves, Calamari

And Mousakka mainly

Not forgetting

Greek salad and Feta cheese

Washed down with cheap booze

And plenty of it

Everything was cheap on the island

Not just cheap fags and booze

An old man called Stavros

His skin the color of leather

Hand made me a pair of sandals

For under five pounds

Our favorite haunt was the medusa

Owned and run by Pandelis

And his accommodating daughter Cath

Although we had a brandy or two

At the Paradise bar most nights

Just as a night cap

But it wasn’t the location, Or cheap booze

The herb fragranced breeze

Warm sunshine, Semi naked women

Or accommodating waitresses

That made it a great holiday

It was the people

The warm friendly locals

Fellow Brits on tour

And of course, Bob and Mary

What a holiday it was