Paradise?

A simple person's poetic take on living the simple life as it should be lived.

I yearn to go
where no one yet
has been beset
by wallabies.

Somewhere quite warm,
with tropic trees
and smells that please,
but no damn bugs.

I will behave.
I won't take drugs
or step on slugs,
or stuff like that.

And while I'm there
I'll wear a hat,
and eat nonfat
but tasty snacks.

And after that
I'll just relax,
and buy some slacks
to wear at night.

And while I'm on
my homeward flight,
I just might write
bad poetry.



Pathya Vat poetry form:
> 4 syllables per line
> Stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains
> Rhyme scheme xaab xbbc xccd, etc, x being unrhymed