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Sossled

Sossled
I wandered as lonely as a dog,
Me pantaloons were full of frogs
Slurping suds while on the grog,
Dog paddling with the ducks,

I thought I knew her lovely face,
Got cuddling with Aunty  Grace
mascara was every place,
me swimming togs got stuck,

a rooster crowed up in the church,
cuckoo clock was in reverse,
I could think of nothing worse,
When incest, comes a riding?

18-sep-11
	Nancy Jones
Contest Name	Make me Laugh

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The Rabbit and the Fox 20 Line Ballad

~~ The  Rabbit and the Fox   ~~  20 line Ballad
The Rabbit and the Fox
The Rabbit and the Fox are here
go down south, to Australia
They have a bounty on the Fox
Bring in his skin they’ll pay ya

Myxameatosis germ warfare  (first ever)
Just for the Bagman's bunny  (our ww1 war crazed soldiers lived on rabbit in solitude)
Old Rabbit got mattry eyed 
It really wasn’t funny

Great depression in the 20s
We lived on lovely rabbit
skins made the Slouch hat
Our soldiers wear, our habit  (fur felt made the hat)

The master took the Rabbit   (Squatters said plague) 
No more free feeds for us
So we started eating of his sheep
Become a bit nonplussed

They brought another virus out
To kill off outlaw rabbit
But bunny still gets about
The Fox your hens will have it

Don Johnson

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Just Like Football I Am Waiting ,

Just like football I am waiting ,
on the side line,
To go up on the field,
Yes we are playing Goodooga,
Aboriginal big guys, tough as steel.

Here comes Albert racing faster,
Trotting down the bloody wing,
Gotta stop him, take him head on,
Hit his ankles, the hurting thing .

Fell him like a big old tree,
Pot belly lands on me ,
I’m a still a seeing stars,
Shadow sparring, 
all round me ,
Get up you silly Galah.

So there I was out on the wing ,
Waiting for a pass to me.
Intercept, Albert's a coming ,
 he passes ball, dodges see .

Just a few of broken arms,
Black eyes worn with pride.
Rugby Leage  what a battle ,
Carry the ball through the other side.

Running for the other goal,
Sidestepped Albert, got there see.
Not a bloody forward pass,   (illegal)
 Planted it between the trees.

At 17 I was in an interstate game,
between Dirranbandi n Goodooga, we lost. (shame)

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Butterfly Dream

"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, 
  a butterfly dreaming . . ."
But I was only the cocoon grub,
 attached to a ceiling,
So I hung there thoughts of enrapturing,
 fascinating, the meaning,
But I was still a sordid bug,
 unloved a heart for stealing,

Outside was a Billabong,   (Aussie water hole)
 enchanting was the feeling,
I jerked the zip and let me rip,
 away from the cocoon,
delightful slip an swerve,
 with constant wheeling
I had bloody wings an things,
 entrancing was the moon,
Don Johnson 8-july-11

Poet Destroyer ~ A
Contest Name	any old butterfly poem....

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Aussie Roulette

Aussie Roulette

50 years ago we had a sport
Of the deadly dangerous sort
Fight a Tiger snake just one
Quick as lightning in the sun

Used just once a post hole shovel
6 foot long was the handle
Running barefoot with the Tiger
Banded black n brown, a gamble?

Adrenaline ignites, terrifys!!!
Up the handle 5 foot tries
3 strikes each the 5 foot bugger 
Deadly battle, won another

Fang marks on the handle sit
Near my hand where he had bit
Don’t fight old Tiger he may win
Stupidity it is a sin!

Don Johnson

Hindsight says don't play with snakes.
My Tiger was launching 5 foot all his body at me, incredible because he was 
racing  alongside me  at the time.

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Buttercup

BUTTERCUP

hope life is like a buttercup
cos this old fool does care
if i was there I’d kiss you but
you might object "how dare"

perhaps  I shouldn’t call the tune
and bring you to my sight
attraction brings the moth too soon
if I don’t employ it right

patience like a cattle dog
who lays there in the shade
connected not, just like the frog
before a prince was made

Francine made me do it:

Don  Johnson  15-4-11

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Passions Heat

Passions Heat

In summer time 
yes my sweet
When I’m with you 
You won’t be blue
cos when we meet
the spark will flow
tween toe and toe 
consuming heat
gently feel the afterglow
as you recline  
sip red red wine
tomorrow waits
but satisfied
remember passions heat

Don Johnson

Pretty Francine inspired this verse...

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Cattle Drive, Aussie Style

Cattle Drive

Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around

The cattle are camped in the corner 
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff for his keep

Fox has his nose in the camp oven
Cattle dog  snarls n he freaks
Fox has blurted and gone now
Cattle dog goes back to sleep

At daylight we are catching the horses
Hobbles come off as they squeak
Saddle and mount a grumpy horse
be unloaded, you’re  bloody weak :)

Old horse drops his head again smartly
Pigroots around the flat
Stay with him mate it’s only
oats causing springing like that.

Cattle move on down the Stockroute
15 mile a day cross water n creeks
40 mile to the railhead Darby
The Shielas are waiting so sweet.

Don Johnson


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Don

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Door O' Green

Door o’ green

The door of green it stands ajar,
I enter here in a dream, so far,
A rough hewn table, here it sits,
Big yellow candle splutters its,
An ancient room, of meditation  …..

As I look about the ancient room,
A figure seen within the gloom,
Svelte of body, bosoms loom,
The sweetness of creation,

She comes to me with loving eyes,
No words are needed, sobs or sighs,
And pressing close, and locked of eye,
I hold this incarntation,

The sudden chill of nipple freeze,
The points are made with subtle ease,
What can I do but play on these,
No words of explanation?

Moving closer within her thighs,
I trace her form, though things do rise,
Her bosoms rise, in breath caught size,
Inpaled by the situation,

I try to leave, she says don’t go,
The fire is burning me, you know,
Till passions fire has had to blow,
Exhaustion’s generation,

The magic place behind the door,
Where love does wait for me and more,
Fantasy says, yes me explore,
A mental apparition….

Don Johnson

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Waltzing Shearer

Waltzing Shearer

Out near Dagworth Station during 1894
Where the Waltzing Matilda, Swagman drowned,
Cos he liked them lamb chops nicely browned,
He was only eating the Masters sheep, scoffing em down,
Disgusting said Squatters and frowned, some more,
In 1894, 

Great Shearers strike was still happening,
Burned down Dagworth shearing shed, for sure,
Firing guns were the Gun Shearers ,   ..shore 300 sheep a day..
Fair wages they wanted, some more,

The Shearers strike it got ugly,
The Master brought in the Army and war,
Shearers were using Phosphorous,
Delayed action fires galore,

The master  and 3 coppers came along ,
They chased down a swagman, before,
He plunged in the water, the billabong,
And death did come like a whore,

So he goes no more waltzing a Jumbuck,………..…sheep
His ghost lingers still there by the shore,
Was  it the Combo, waterhole,
Where he sprang and he bubbles no more.

Don Johnson 24-sep-11

Yes Vom, Gram.
nothing wrong with sweet little whores,
except unless she sometimes snores,
and forgets to pay the rent,
and death is welcome as before,
for this dim malcontent...