Naughty, naughty beaches,

For tempting all the breachers,

They frolicked, frisked and gambolled,

On the sands they rambled ,

Hanging close together,

In sunshine and warm weather,

I hope and hope and pray,

The virus kept away,

But odds on that it didn’t,

And they’ll regret their foolish day.

A few days later, a rash of cases in Victoria and NSW.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

(The saga of bilingual education)

Please, please,

Whatever you do,

Do NOT think,

Bilingualism is new.

It has come and it’s gone,

For six decades or more,

From the highest of ceilings,

To flat on the floor.

They say ‘yes’ then say ‘no’,

It starts, stops and then’s all go,

Green light then red, it makes you so dizzy,

Does the concept have substance,

Or is it all fizzy?

They’ve argued for decades,

For scores of years,

Nothing is settled,

The subject brings tears,

Of euphoria and despair,

Of love and then hate,

It’s still all in the air.

What is its fate?

POH