The Adventures of Kristyne-Koala: What the Traveler!

I just realized Kristyne-Koala hasn't given her adoring fans an update in quite some time. For a while she had to disappear from the limelight and get treated for "exhaustion," but she's back! With a whirlwind tour! 

Before starting off across the big blue wet thing, Kristyne-Koala took a short holiday in a Winter Wonderland! Where is she? 

Snow abounds across the wooded hills

Of this northern state I love so dear, 

So much so that it gives me thrills

To return to the place of the redcoats' fear.

And when Kristyne-Koala arrives

With me and Boris, so used to the cold,

Though she shivers atop the iced-over ride

She can leave the winds that blow so bold, 

Go into the Walnut enclave, and rest

Her paws round a very warm mug. 

Content in the most unique, and best, 

Home on the street - a place of warm hugs.

Sitting four floors up

away from the city streets

oogling Sawyer. 

Tall silent sentinels, dressed to the nines 

In green velvet, keep vigil on the hill.

Their spidery feel hold to the inclines

As the have forever, or at least still

Since the Celts brought these rough-hewn stones

to the varied circles and high-build henge. 

To think they were able, with so many moans

Of strain and pain, to create this Stonehenge

Cousin. So as Kristyne-Koala sits 

Surveying the site, she begins to think 

About all that has past and what it's 

That is yet to come, in this thought sinks - 

How lucky it is that was have this fair place 

And such beauty exists in the whole of space. 

I don't know what it is

That makes me love this picture so. 

Perhaps it's the tragic loveliness of the broken arches -

not as complete as Tintern, but with their small simplicity - 

Perhaps it's the green grass - 

A promise of the good weather to come - 

Perhaps it's the way I look - 

Not yet flushed with the Tor-id attempt - 

Whatever the reason, the end result

Is a photograph with a person I love

And a moment of a memory I wish to dearly savor. 

Yum Yum goes the little grey Koala one day

Yum Yum goes the little grey Bear.

Yum Yum goes the little grey Koala one day

And the bath waters tast'd like Iron.

Yuck Yuck goes the little grey Koala 

Yuck Yuck goes the little grey Bear. 

Yuck Yuck goes the little greay Koala, 

And the Romans couldn't have liked that.