Scone's Lament
Scone’s lament
Bronco Don rode into the Dirran… café,
It was owned by the Spiro the Greek,
The patrons went into a Magpie smother flap hey,
Big brown horse and a whip cracking, geek,
Ole Brownie the horse would go any where,
So up the front steps he did canter,
Curses flew rare, young Scone couldn’t bear,
And Don booted his butt, like bad Santa,
An underage girl was the cause, yes sweet Merle,
When push came to shove in the game,
Don booted the Scone all around the Balonne,
And the river was running again.
Don’s half sister Clare, flew out of her chair,
And ran off to catch the train,
Bronco Don was still chasing the Scone everywhere ,
So Clare went to Goondi-windi, it rained.
True story in 1947…..Don
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