In the land of Oz, we're all fair dinkum,
Every bloke, Sheila and Healer too.
By crikey mate, if you get us started,
You'll regret the day I guarantee you.
In bonza days some may call hard yakka,
With an esky chockers and a barbie that blares.
Strewth! I tell you even our bogans are grouse,
Where else can you find platypodes and Koala Bears?
So spend an arvo or two and don't be a bludger,
Smoke a durry and blow the froth off a few.
You'll be saying "Man, that was a bloody ripper",
So get off your dunny and tell a furphy or two!
If you're thinkin' of comin' over, but not too sure,
Just have a go, ya mug, you may just find.
The best place to go walkabout and make new friends,
But don't be a goose and leave your goon bag behind.
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We're as Aussie as "You Beaut",
We're as Aussie as the Holden ute.
We're as Aussie as a kangaroo,
We're as Aussie as we're "True Blue".
Categories:
bludger, fun, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Harry and George
Harry West and Georgie Leonard,
were climbing up the hump,
Hot lead was a falling down,
through yer hat and foot, ka-thump,
So steep were the sides,
dropped grenades, a bouncing fell,
Japanese held the hilltop,
with machine guns as well,
Till the Aussies got above em,
and grenaded em to hell,
And charged in amongst em,
squealing Japs did dodge away,
So many died for the Emperor,
on that bloody day,
The green was turned to red,
with a mouldy hay-like smell,
The one you got upon the breeze,
with the jungle Japanese,
Aussies learned to know it well,
A stink to say they’s nearby,
dodge his bullet for a spell,
plonk the bugger quickly,
or spike the bludger well,
Don Johnson
Ninety-nine Australians were killed in the battle of Eora Creek
in just a few days…in 1942...on Kokoda...
Categories:
bludger, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Little chant for ya...
bloody ciggie takes me breath,
the stinker comes between,
nicotene pfinger pokes ,
me dad is dead it means,
dont get so dead ice-scream.....
suck slack tobacco is the joke,
says the man from nicotene....
chant it babe........Don
~got to have a hobby hey,
suck a ciggie all the day,
reaper waits for the END of play,
dodge the bludger if you may :{-~
GOOD ON YA MATE:}
THANKS 2 JOHN L.....
Categories:
bludger, adventure,
Form: Ballad
As ye sow,
you get the maybe corn,
and reap,
the stinking uncooked prawn,
cos ye n me are slack ....
ones deed comes up to speed ,
like car on the racing track,
it comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack,
why the silly bludger always bleeds,
elementary, it talks back....
Don
Categories:
bludger, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
Don Johnson
i have this affect on women....
Categories:
bludger, adventure,
Form: Ballad
So I used the magic sort-of- black,
Put a crimp in his bowel, painful Jack,
Thoughts are deeds, but they hit back,
In your next life I’m advising.
Just a little black in me face,
Reborn in Africa’s darkest race,
Born to suffer, no solace,
Ol crimped bowel with me rising.
So we become the best of friends,
Old enemy crimped, he still pretends,
A knowing look,his eyeball lends,
Watch this bludger, I’m surmising .
So use your visulation, only for the good,
Shrink the bulging Aorta, minds eye could,
Try to help the sick as you should,
No nastiness on your horizon.
Don Johnson
Categories:
bludger, adventure, me,
Form: Ballad
angelic kisses from the missus,
no it wasn't she?
bludger had some spiky whiskas
awful bugger werent a 4 me,
watch out for dem shirt-tail lifters,
bugger off stop bugging me...
re: 'sweet nothings' Dave Williams...
good on ya mate.....Don
love is sweet, but incomplete,
if ya strike a gal
with whiskers neat:(
Categories:
bludger, adventure,
Form: Ballad
diving off the old black stump,
suiciding 4 the ground,
bloody cattle dog, is a biting me,
bringing about just half a frown,
6 feet down ought ta do it,
break me neck, get hammered ears,
off me rear you cattle bludger,
best 4 flying, don't intefere
uh oh im flying skimming,
wonder here bout me women,
kerlunk....aint a grinning....
the pancake punch....
bad headache, whats 4 lunch....
thanks Anthony Nutter
Don
Categories:
bludger, adventure, me, me,
Form: Ballad
Drinking with Tood at StGeorge…
Lets drink to ole Tood Taylor,
who was full of it,
Prisoner of the Japanese,
had the scours just a bit,
So the Jap’s they had him a cooking ,
And the extra care he took ,
To help out with the flavour,
Squatting over the stew, the cook,
Said they thrived on his input,
It’s a bloody wonder,
cos he was sick, so crook.
then...
About as drunk as 40 cats,
We staggered from this bar,
Ole man said “that’s the mongrel get him,”
Whistleing upper cut, caused some stars,
He’d raped our old Grannie, Win,
And here he was, oh yeah,
Punched into air, his knees touched chin,
I know cos I was there,
Ole man wanted to hang him,
but we didn’t have a rope,
so he flogged an bashed the bludger,
as the Baird was sure to know it,
So we fell into the old tilly,
And then we staggered home,
Slept like the dead, King Billy,
An so I wrote this poem……..Don Johnson
Yes in the St George hotel getting paraletic, then righting wrongs on the footpath,
the Police didn't get the Baird, family said it didn't happen, and she died soon after.
Categories:
bludger, adventure, old, old,
Form: Ballad