Many have a bucket list
Of things they want to do
Like bungee jump,
An ocean cruise
Or visit to the zoo,
A ride upon a camel,
Wave surfing in Hawaii,
Get snapped in front of Taj Mahal,
Before they say goodbye-ee.
Others take a different tack,
List what they’ll never try
Like flying high on zipwire,
A meal of pumpkin pie,
Join with excursion tour group,
Share data on the Net,
Go down a mine,
Store maggots, sing
A
Cappella in quintet,
Risk major change of diet,
Become a vegetarian,
A vegan, ovo-lacto
Or even pescatarian.
The wish list of my father
Was truly very slim,
To walk the city walls of York
And be taught how to swim.
Should you ask this writer,
It’s Loire Valley and Provence.
If only magic wave of wand
Could whisk me, swish, to France
Or closer, off to London
For best night of them all,
With pride, observe Remembrance
As guest at Albert Hall.
Finally, my Christmas choice,
A “must”, is coffee frother,
Which, if dear sons are reading this,
Is for, and rhymes with, Mother!