Our German friends are no longer in Dear Kissonerga. We feel that they deserve a sonnet.
“G u t e n T a g, B e r l i n!”
Long way from Kissonerga, German friends
A Berlin flat instead of Cyprus heat
Dear Rufus, kisses to his Eisbaer sends
He hopes one day his dearest pals to meet!
I miss the walk from Tala Square downhill
The warmest welcome, “Glass of Whisky, please!”
My eyes are moist, my heart with sadness fill’
An extra Malt, to cure my aching knees? (An “Arran”?)
We try and solve the problems of the world
Whist Merkel, May, new barriers install
Together, smiling, Euro’ flag ‘unfurled
Such happy walks to “Spring of Life” recall
Salute our German friends, long may they reign
Dear Cyprus’ loss is only Berlin’s gain. Fuer Karin und Heinz, Euch alles Beste in Berlin. xxxx