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Witchy Poo From Dunedoo

I'm Witchy Poo from Dunedoo,
I'm a flaming outback witch,
You won't see me rounding cattle up
Or digging in a ditch.

I like to cast spells,
Just like those city witches do,
I've cast so many spells outback,
Successful ones too.

Did you know that emus 
Always used to fly,
That is until that nasty bird,
Well....dropped one in my eye.
So I cast a spell
So he could only move along the ground,
No more zooming through the sky for him,
He's terra firma bound.

And as for those walking kangaroos,
Too many gathered near my shack,
So I cast a spell of hiccups,
Just to get them back.

But my most successful spell of all,
And there certainly is no doubt,
Was when I took the rain away
And created all this drought.

There's only one more thing to tell you,
And that's how I got my name,
The locals gave it to me,
Just after the emu took its aim.


authors note:  Dundedoo is a real country town some 400 km north west of Sydney{ NSW Australia} in the outback

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Pancakes

My mum just made me a pancake,
So very round and flat,
I put ice-cream and honey on,
Then ate it where I sat.
The taste is quite enormous,
It sweetens all your mouth,
Mum asked, " Where's the pancake gone? "
I said, "I think it headed south."

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What a Name

A good looking plumber named Marty Ridge,
Met the girl of his dreams near a pub fridge,
Even though very attracted to this plumber man,
Sue had to say no when asked for her hand,
She just couldn't  be known as, Sue Ridge.

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Lumpy Rumpy and the Rotten Egg Gas

Lumpy Rumpy, now a high school lad,
I'm afraid is still acting very bad,
In his school laboratory he did amass,
Some stinking, self-made, rotten egg gas.

He corked it up in a chemistry vial,
Then down the town, he strolled for a while,
Choosing a site, the local paper shop,
He went in with the vial and took the top off.

He hid it behind a large magazine rack,
Waiting outside for the putrid gas attack,
In three minutes flat the shop emptied out,
People holding their noses as they ran about.

The fire brigade called, putting masks on,
To find the rotten aroma, so very strong,
Finally the brigade captain emerged holding the vial,
Lumpy grinned to himself,
Another prank done with such style.

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Blue Mountains Gully

Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with crafted tones.

A frolicking roll of mountain mist,
An ancient windswept cave,
Green moss upon the velvet rocks,
Falling gum leaf gives a wave.

The tinkling sounds of bellbirds
Run echoes round the stream,
A yellow-tailed cockatoo
Circles back to where it's been.

The buzzing of a bush-bee
Comes from near a fallen log,
A croaking sound pervading
It's a golden striped tree frog.

This bush display persistent,
Wallaby nibbles grass nearby,
A lyrebird shyly into view,
Kookaburras sit in branches high.

The melodic sounds continue,
Chirping birds with colored plume,
Gorge of coolness calling,
Mountain gully, nature's loom.


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My Daddy By Bindi Williams

My dad always takes care of me
He just loves me all the time,
Even when i disturb him
When his words he tries to rhyme,
He quickly picks me up
And gives me a loving pat,
He'll make sure i'm quite content
Before he puts me on my doggy mat.

When i was young i used to
Put my front paws on the window-sill,
It was to welcome home my daddy,
It gave him such a thrill.

I used to chase my sister 
Around our large front lawn,
It became our favourite game
Ten weeks after we were born.

My daddy takes me in the car
Down to the local shop,
Then we go walking in the park,
Afterwards, i tend to want to flop.

Three years ago i went blind,
So my dad became my sight,
Sometimes he has to carry me,
My daddy is my shining light.

We live in a gigantic kennel, 
Although my dad calls it our home,
"Hey dad i'm feeling peckish,
Can you fetch another bone."

Author Notes: I have two litter sisters, both 13 years of age. They are the best friends i've ever had. Bindi went blind 3 years ago and although we sometimes find it a little hard she still enjoys life immensley. When she's in our local park, she remembers the wide open spaces and feels safe to run. She quite often breaks into a loping run alongside me.

I wish to thank Bindi for her lovely poem-----dad



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The Alligator

One day I saw an alligator,
He said, "May I take a bite?
Your fingers look real juicy
And your legs will fill my appetite."

I said, "No way Al baby,
My fingers are so handy,
My legs I need for walking
In your swamp where it's so sandy."

I said, "What about you alligator,
Can you do without your skin?
You see I want an alligator bag
To put my school things in."

He said, "You must be joking
My skin's a very vital part,
It keeps the mossies and the snakes
From acting far too smart."

After that we were good friends,
Sometimes around the swamp I ride,
Although my seat is very knobbly
Al makes a great swamp guide.


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Battle of Little Bighorn

General Custer couldn't muster
Enough men to form a cluster,
Indians shooting straight and true,
I think it might've been the Sioux,      ---- pronounced Soo
Had Custer in a fluster.

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Dog and His Bone

A dog and his bone was on the roam,
Where can I find this bone a home?
Will I bury it next to the tree?
No, too easy for others to see.

What about next to the garden shed?
Maybe in the middle of the garden bed,
Behind the sty where the pigs all are,
What about somewhere right away far.

I think I know what I will do,
I'll just sit down and have a chew,
Tomorrow will be another new day,
I'll find a spot then for the bone to stay.

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Team Spirit

I asked the cricket coach
If I could play on the First Grade team,
He said that couldn't happen,
It was only in my dream.

I said, what about if the whole team got sick,
Would I stand a chance then?
He shook his head from side to side,
And crossed my name off with a pen.

Well, I guess, I better tell you coach,
Ah, you know that stew that I brought in,
I suggest the team don't eat it,
If they want a chance to win.

But alas, the warning came too late,
The team had already tuckered down,
They got a lot of runs that day,
Just not on the cricket ground.


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