Welcome to the West Aussie Surfing Safari...

I’ve tried to tell myself so many times
That the geese are flying North
But reality strikes like a turd in the face
And gives reasonable cause for remorse

The sun hides behind the notorious cloud
And the frost settles thick on the ground
The mist settles lazily over the lake
And it’s time to be homeward bound

The geese understand - it’s no place to live
And return to a warmer zone
It’s no place for a goose - it’s no place for me
So I’m buggering back off home.