What Can Be Better [Revised]

As the day is simply beautiful I drove to
work with a song in my heart, a smiling
Pollyanna greeting me, agreed it better
to end being eaten by the last cannibal
tribe than languishing quietly at home

Heidi impishly explains imaginary pains,
nothing daunts her resolute spirit; Mme La
Pompadour sends a note she’s ferrying the
whole old-age home around, while Maria
Von Trapp’s engaged on the family estate

Drove a posse of my son’s friends home
to celebrate exuberance of life, promised
I’d stop running technically red lights (tho’
yellow on approach) – I know if I project a
submissive spirit at road signs

They shall assume safely I am indeed the
stopping kind and only unkindly traffic will
overwhelm me; leaving the happy team I
return here to create stream-lined text in
Afrikaans – what can be better than that?


Pollyanna = Hanlie
Heidi = June
Mme La Pompadour = Our supervisor
Maria Von Trapp = Hermien


[ORIGINAL]

A Stream-Lined Text

Drove to work with a song in my heart simply because
the day is beautiful, Pollyanna greeted me with a smile,
we concurred it is better to die getting eaten by the last
cannibal tribe than languishing quietly at home

Heidi mischievously explained her imaginary pains, nothing
ever gets her indomitable spirit down, Mme La Pompadour
sent note she is ferrying the whole old-age home around,
Maria Von Trapp engaged on the family estate

I drove my son and his posse of friends home to celebrate
their exuberance at being alive, promised them I shall stop
twice after running two yellow robots – technically red, but
one was yellow at my approach, I know if I project

A submissive spirit at road signs they shall assume I am the
stopping kind and traffic will overwhelm me, after leaving the
happy group I returned to create a stream-lined text in
Afrikaans – what can be better than that?