Best Tucker Poems

	Russell Sivey
Contest Name	Good Luck Meal 

Aussie Drover’s  tucker

Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of...

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I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else, 
I cannot stay in one place.
The grass is green where I’ve never been
and never have shown...

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This morning I am glued to my TV,
for something has happened in DC!
I’m scratching my head.
Am I dreaming still in bed?
They are PRAISING the President...

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HEY DIDDLE, why the Cat and the fiddle
And the Cow that jumped over the moon? 
Why they're all here in Nursery Rhyme land
At the wedding...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon...

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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten...

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I’ve been lost for days now, an’ all the country looks the same.
I’ve been walkin’ ‘round in circles, an’ found my footsteps once again.
Me ‘tucker’...

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Pig a billa

Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,

Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he...

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Easter Bunnies

Easter bunnys bellies burning ,
From the poison virus mate,
Aussie farmers want him murdered ,
For every blade of grass he takes,

Have you seen a mattry...

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Pock marked

Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,

Sniper chopped...

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‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it...

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Saddle old Brownie

A saddle on me old brown horse,
To ride away into  the sunset,
Light swag on me old pack of course,
Nother horse called my...

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Squatter Jack

have you lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will pick your eyes out and,
bore water is a must,
have...

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Waltzing sheep 

in Waltzing Matilda he stole the sheep,
 Ba BA didn’t come so cheap. 
Cooked them lamb chops on the coals,
 Down by the...

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Snatched and grabbed, reefed off me horse,
Just crossed over the watercourse,
Big white light it came and got,
Zapped me, jerked me up aloft,
A bloody flying saucer.

Saw...

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