Best Singlet Poems

I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly hanging out, he is the one for me,
I love his Aussie...

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Every year our community gets together at the annual church fair. This year they have changed the format with some new events and dropping some of the old events that appeared a little dangerous. How dangerous to the community could rabbit trap throwing be.
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Mum arrived...

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Five in the morning
storm rumbles in distance
balmy, sweaty, thirsty
in the half light of dawn
I grab some shorts
from the work clothes draw
slip them on and a singlet
down some water
birds sing, crickets harmonize

When I fill another glass of water
I think something is odd
 with these shorts 
some...

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Today he resigned, he filled out his notice, 
Today’s the day he departs,
Today’s the day he stops life like an adult, 
And begins again, right from the start,

So he threw out his brief case, suede shoes and black suit, 
Hung his restraint on the door,
And...

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A lovely summers day with my family on a Sunday,
could not be any more perfect than for us to get away,
so we packed a picnic hamper and threw in a fishing rod
and drove towards a paradise, that was very close to God.

Around about mid journey,...

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A big white did pace the ute,
no noise it made, what sort of a brute? 
it must still be there it never left,
next thing i knew we had a coppers arrest,
We  seem to have lost memory of the 
lights  leaving?

...1974 Mystery Light....

So we...

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,

Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark and Wayne did you see,
The white light ever leave us...

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A Nightcliff Evening

The pastel light of evening fades to the indigo of night,
Trees brooding silhouettes above, save where the string
Of lights picks out the furrows of pale trunks and
Thrusting limbs. 

“42; pizza” rings out in sing-song baritone, the flickering flame 
Of the wood oven tincturing...

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Sam came from Bollon on the Wallan S.W.Queensland Aus.

Sam Mc Croon came from Bollon soon
When he heard about old Galoon the Batey
 She was big an a Ox light in her sox
And she loved her Irish Pp praety   (potato)

They married at once she...

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A Poem in Pidgin English

Me, ma na SARS
I sabi drop bars
My gun ready to blast
Any youth wey dey drive cars
If tattoos na your singlet
We go treat you like piglet
If you no gree cooperate
Omo, you go catch bullet.

Me ma na politician
If you check, I be magician
I...

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Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie
24/08/2018
Contest on my Home country by Brahne Bailey

Being an Ozzie is great,
Everyone calls Everyone Mate.
Too laid back for a heated debate,
Culture so young..... so we’re late.

We walk around wearing our thongs,
Like it’s a style of dress that belongs.
Chilling with mates smoking bongs,
Watching movies...

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When a politician tells you that he put
On a red boxers with white singlet inside
Ask him to wait till you look at it properly
before you could believe him so to remain insane.


If a man on a campaign rally tells you a tale
make sure you sieve...

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Old Sam had carted nightsoil for a decade ‘round our town; 
A happy sort of chappy that let nothing get him down. 
He always found solutions to most problems in this life 
And went to no ends finding ways to rid himself of strife. 
...

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A brownie slid slowly, no rustle, no noise, 
Slid slowly, through the front door.
Invisible to all, an imperceptible ghost, 
Slid slowly across the room floor.

The dog barked, ferocious, and snapped, 
At the nothing that was now in my sight.
I walked, obtuse, with a spade in...

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How white is your pant that you boast?
Every pant wore within is dirty and smelling,
How white is your singlet that you shoulder high
As if you own the whole air that walks around?
Tell the children that died before their time
That nature cheated them before they came.



How...

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