Billabong Poems - Poems about Billabong

It's enough to make one chunder there used to be a time Down Under when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin only stated the true blue maker's name and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is...

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Lifted by the sweet sound of birdsong, wild surfer on double overhead waves; I feel all that Sex wax and Billabong....

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As the sun rises over the Billabong Life began to flow in the dawn of the morning Crocodiles snaps at its morning food Large fish swim for their lives Mosquitoes are in the millions Swarming all in your face Camp fires are lit all over the place People are preparing their morning breakfast Getting ready for their high pace trip Not a moment to...

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A transparent parrot makes a very big noise when seed arrives to visit. Mr and Mrs seed have fifteen children, eleven thousand grandchildren and one great grandchild. It is interesting to note bar levels for bar levels are neither bare back riders, billionaires, biscuit barrels or broomsticks breaking beers. Carrier pigeons call most effectively in...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end, now the river runs straight without this river bend, where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong. New life has taken over in a billabong. The mat rush is spreading replacing the sedge, and old fallen gum trees lean in from the edge creating a haven in the shelter...

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They were gathered round the billabong to try to work things out but all that was being emitted was a right Caxton of sounds All were jabber, jabber and some pushing going on jostling each other for space none wanting to be left out At last the wallaby said whoa, stop I say STOP and quiet finally fell Lets give the chair to cockatoo He can...

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