I'm drowning in clutter
and must get a grip,
for the cost of this rubbish
could have paid for a trip,
to a place where I know
that I'd far rather be,
where the Kaikoura range
runs down to the sea,
Sun sparkles on water
that's home to the whales,
as they dive down deeply
with a flick of their tales,
just consist of washing,
and the sound of the sea
Is a mop bucket sploshing,
So I'll save my dreams
for when there's more space,
and some order's restored
to this cluttered place.
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