The Knocker B

KNOCKER.B Yes here we are in the great south land, (Australia) right amongst the knockers be. Don't stick your nose up or be grand, they'll stomp yer like a flea. In the land of knockers they take joy, the newsmen shout it loud. The business people they'll annoy, if you died they'd steal yer shroud. These up jumped yokels never were a cut above the rest, the politicians know and hate the awful bloody pest. But if you stand a little tall or stand out with the best, they'll cut you down and paint you black put feathers in your vest. Perhaps the country'd go ahead with out the knocker be. if our monied people had the guts to back a prodigy. Our inventors must go overseas to get a backer, gee? no one to back the under dog, not cricket, do you see. by D H Johnson