Those grey nomadic travellers,
Are a tribe all of their own...
This population of pensioners,
Which has really grown...
They are travelling on our highways,
With caravans in tow...
Never in a hurry,
As they like to take it slow...
Most are quite agile,
When there’s something going free...
Especially at those rest stops,
With a Kit Kat and cup of tea...
They seem to smell a bargain,
They circle their vans round and round...
That is why when we get there,
There’s no Kit Kat’s to be found...
They are known to travel in convoys,
At least a mile long...
The smell of Vick’s and Brylcreme,
Can smell a little strong...
And when they reach their destination,
With the help of a paper map...
They pull out their fold up awning,
And lay down and have a nap...
I envy these old fossils,
They don’t have a worry or a care...
As they circumnavigate Australia,
In their thousands everywhere...
Len Newey 2013