Megans Mental Move

Times certainly flown by,
since I left that island of rain.
Its been nearly 4 months,
but i've still so much to gain.

The team left a long time ago,
but their presence is still felt.
The weathers quite different now,
we're all beginning to melt.

I don't miss Zara talking in her sleep,
or fearing she'll stroke my chin.
Keith and his english translations,
that really were as bad as sin.

Pape still talks about his dearest Ann,
but the Andes were her love.
Then theres the hero called Besty,
in their eyes he's soaring like a dove.

Now we come to the "Chicas",
who had a ball with Nelly.
They danced, sang and acted,
so good it could be on telly.

Now we come to the "Macho Men",
known as Santiago and Lee.
Living with good aul' Renato,
no wonder he didn't give them a key.

I keep being shipped off to Jujuy,
I'm really not sure why.
If i have to irish dance again,
I think i'm going to cry.

In Salta La Linda,
the work never ends.
In Church, Schools and clubs,
I'm making loads of friends.

I'm sounding like a true Native,
When I start to speak.
But there's nothing like good old Span-lish,
to get you through the week.

How could I forget about Naomi,
the cheeriest Gringa of them all.
She likes to drink from the bidet,
but her new husband isn't that tall.

There's a new girl called Helen,
who really loves pink.
But we'll turn her from her girly ways,
or so we'd like to think.

I've left the best to last,
the Rocker called "Cecy V".
She can't get enough of "Los Piojos",
or our Irish tea.

I hope you like my little rhyme,
it took me quite a while,
I'll bring these Argentine kisses home,
Just to make you's smile.

By Megan Johnston