The day you bought me a yellow tie

I first wondered at your taste

Your wedding dress was primrose

Canary yellow at the waist

The lounge carpet is ochre

Kitchen cabinets buttercup

Daffodil is the bathroom

The place where I throw up

I'm sick to death of mustard

The sheets seem a tide of amber

In bed I get quite bilious

When over you I try to clamber

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This poem is a short affirmation and image of a small holiday island some eleven miles offshore from Fremantle, Western Australia. It began as a prison for aboriginal men and boys after 1838, and from 1902 served as a gubernatorial retreat from the intense summer heat. It is sear and dry, bereft of natural surface water, and now is a watery playground for fishers, boaters, surfers and many others....

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