Sydney Poem: Up in the Sky, Flying High with My Monkey Friend

Sydney: Up in the Sky, Flying High with My Monkey Friend

Up in the sky, flying high with my monkey friend. Off to Sydney we go, for the school holidays to spend

Our kids are with us, so excited and full of cheer. They can’t wait to see all that Sydney has to offer this year

We’ll take them to the beach and let them play in the sand. Maybe even go for a swim, if they’re brave enough to take a stand

We’ll show them the Opera House and all the sights to see. Take a ferry ride across the harbour, just them and you and me

We’ll eat at all the best restaurants and try new foods. Maybe even go to a show or two, if we’re in the mood

But for now, we’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride Drunk pilot and monkey friend, side by side

Off to Sydney we go, for a holiday we won’t forget With our kids by our side, we’ll make memories we won’t regret

Drunk Pilot.

–

From Sydney As the wife of the drunk pilot

I have to say that this poem really hits home for me. My husband is always dragging our children off to Sydney, or wherever else his adventures may take him, pretending that he’s some kind of fearless adventurer with his imaginary monkey by his side. It’s exhausting, and I can’t help but feel left behind.

Sure, I’m happy that our kids get to experience all of the amazing things that Sydney has to offer, but it’s hard not to feel jealous when they get to go on these trips without me. And let’s not even get started on the fact that my husband is always drunk when he’s flying. It’s reckless and irresponsible, and I worry about their safety every time they take off.

Overall, I would say that this poem is a fun and whimsical look at a family adventure in Sydney, but it definitely hits a little too close to home for me. I just wish that my husband would consider staying home and spending some quality time with our family instead of constantly running off with his monkey friend.