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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’d been droving for some months now in the harsh drought ridden outback. Through the stations of East South Australia and along Strzlecki’s track. By the time I reached a town (which had the name of Lyndhurst) I was ready for a proper feed and I had this raging thirst. Two days the world stopped spinning below the bar room ceiling light, I never took the time to figure out what was day or night, as long as the pluto’s pouring into that ten once pot, I felt the need to drink the pub dry and I gave it my best shot. What really happened I’m not sure; me mind’s flat as a tack, I don’t know how me shirt got torn or why me eye is black, but I do know now the time has come to ride off where I will. I said to the bloke behind the bar “I want to settle up me bill.” The barman gave a subtle grin and shook his balding head “You’ve had a great time ain’t yer; not only with the beer and bed, but it’s costing you two hundred for the billiard cloth and broken cues, and a hundred for the ‘dunny’ door; replacing hinges, latch, and screws. plus another fifty on yer tab for the dart holes in the wall. I don’t think a hundreds quite enough to clean the carpet in the hall. Two hundred quid for eats and drinks; a hundred for the room you shared” … “A room I shared!” What’s that about?” “Ya, fifty for me” a German tourist ‘sheila’ said. We looked at the cheque across the bar which would cover all me debt. “If I did all that it’s fair enough.” The barman frowned “I haven’t finished yet. I fed your horse while you played up; two ‘bucks’ I’ve charged you for the hay.” ‘Strewth!’ I thought ‘that flamin’ horse - is ‘gunna’ send me broke one day.’
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