A DX poem
I can think of nothing finer..
..than a QSO with China.
I would jump and shout “Hooray!”..
..if I contacted Bouvet.
In sleep I often murmur..
..”O Lord, please give me Burma.”
And I often rave and ramble..
..of the need to chalk up Campbell.
And just thinking of Albania..
..drives me zanier and zanier.
To hear me whining for Mt Athos..
..is nothing less than pathos.
I rant and rave and bawl..
..for St Peter & St Paul.
I’d pat my dog and lick him..
..to catch someone from Sikkim.
I would give a thousand lira..
..for a contact with Palmyra.
I check daily how the band is..
..In hopes of Juan Fernandez.
Though I’d change my style and manner..
..just to QSO with Serrana.
The success would be a dry one..
..I’d still be needing Taiwan.
When I’m old, grey and creaky..
..I’d still be needing Manihiki.
Though I’d stoop to be a forger..
..of a card from old South Georgia.
But, that would still not be fini..
..since I’d still need Guinea.
And the whole thing’s so much phooey..
..with no two-way yak with Niue.
I tell you, brother, flatly..
..I would give my wife for Spratly.
And would mortify my flesh..
..for a sniff of Bangladesh.
I would wear a surgeon’s bandage..
..to help me work South Sandwich.
And though that would bring me smiles..
..I’d still need Red Sea’s isles.
I wake at night so scared..
..that I’ve missed someone from Heard.
And my heart is full of venom..
..for creeps who don’t need Blenheim.
My next door neighbour, Charlie..
…has just confirmed Somali.
And that other pinhead, Frank..
…how did he get Geyser Bank?
But one day I’ll end my credo..
— by working Revilla Gigedo..
And with a fervent, joyful “Amen!”..
..that’s right, I’ll get South Yemen.
So on and on I strive..
..toward my frantic final goal..
By the time I’m ninety-five..
..I’ll have made the Honor Roll !
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