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
