RHYMER FRANK HALLIWELL SENT ME POEM
BY FAMOUS AUSSIE BANJO PATTERSON,
ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS COME BY CHANCE TOWNSHIP,
THAT DON'T EXIST....
to Frank
so come by chance becomes a poem,
for the dreamers of the garden gnomes,
till the witless in their folly,
give up this ghasty dance,
and the sheep do run it terror,
from their romantic advance,
bleating c'mon termorrer,
it's our only Kiwi chance,
begorrah...
(AUSSIE JOKE ABOUT POMS AND SHEEP MAKING KIWIS , New Zealanders)
Don
Categories:
begorrah, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Damn the torpedoes
Damn the torpedoes the Yanks did say,
When duds hit a Jap ship and fell away,
Firing pins weren’t working well,
One sub loosed 13 didn’t break the spell,
Just sometimes one was right.
Bloody thing would ignite,
And the Yanks would bloody yell.
Nineteen fourty four, pins good now for sure,
Sam Dealy and submarine Harder,
Transporting Aussies to Borneo, for,
To upset the Japanese pardeners,
Muiat Suki, Jap Destroyer,
charged the submarine,
Head on was sitting Harder,
1100 yards Dealy fired 3 torpedoes, i mean,
Chopped the fork out of his enchilada,
Next day at 650 yards,
Destroyer Hayanani came,
3 torpedoes hit this Destroyer,
Too many holes it was a shame,
Blew the fork out of his nighty,
Just the same,
The Reaper danced, begorrah,
Z Force men went ashore again ,
Into the wilds of Borneo, and then,
Ole Harder went a hunting men,
Of the Japanese type of fauna.
Don Johnson
Submarine Tinosa (ss283 ) July 24th 1943, attacks Japanese oiler No 3 Tonam Maru west of Truk, Tinosa fires 15 torpedoes 13 hit but only 2 explode. Tonam Maru is towed to Truk by light cruiser Izuzu and used as a floating oil storage tank.
Categories:
begorrah, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Great winning verse babe I do see here,
us mortals shiver shake with fear:)
here comes the iron maiden, near...
beware of all temtation, here:)
sweetly, anon,
johnson's gone.
so long,
Don
Yes Deb
tantalyzing sweet it be,
the kitten swings,
n there be ye be,
all dressed in irish lore,
begorrah sure...by me before:)
done diddly did it.........Don
Yes Joe
the subtle fix for loonytics,
is in the poultry soop,
escape into the words n rhyme,
where johnson gets a kick,
most times...
sometimes inflicts:(
4 Deb
Its like playing cards in the dark,
not knowing if its nark or shark,
but poet you is are for sure,
just as sure as dumbledore,
ol johnson sure can squark...
Lee, What you say is truly right,
an open mind sets the spark alight,
never doubting, stronger will,
correct the hunches, might you chill,
the masters pattern, a delight...
Categories:
begorrah, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Out a place, surely, a kitten in pants
hung out to dry for heaven’s sake,
men wander about like little ants
professin’ knowledge, make no mistake,
there’s a tale pussy footin’ in the wake.
As men lie, ‘tis their ears grow pointed,
and their teeth are sharpened to fangs.
Sure and begorrah, they’re not anointed
these foolish followers o’ evil gangs,
hooked they be, and so, they hang.
So, reel in yer tail divils, take off false skin
yer kittenish ways will get ye naught.
Pray to the laurd God for kinder kin
they’d that will lave ye as they aught
and would na lave ye hangin’ caught…
*Sure and begorrah/ sure and by God
**Irish Dialect
Poet: D. Guzzi 8/4/11
Categories:
begorrah, adventure, faith, friendship, funny,
Form: Quintain (English)