Rod Culleton, what can I say? But thank you mate
For all the ways, all the stands; the fireside talks
You challenge the falseness, you've walked the walk
You represent 'true Aussie creed' we'll make it right
Just as she'll' we want true hearts and mate you'll
Do.' You've got back up 'a time or two' the foe within
Can't stand our type..The shrugging shoulderd devoid
Of hype, I know you were crook ' your true heart strained.!
By souless bludgers, they're one real pain.! In many
Behinds, Geez I wish they'd discover' some hearts and minds.'
I'll say one thing more, to all the above, get well stay strong
Aussie needs such blood.' The type that just don't count
Each cost..each trifle, and hurdle. What 'might be lost?'
But whats to gain.? I advise much more.! You've done us
Proud! emptied your store, your inner self, you put skin in; This game..' You stand for more; than some shallow fame.'
So i stand and salute you, I'll meet your eye.' This country
Was built on souls that try.' We'll stay the course we'll Smash each foe, I stand with Rod.! So all will know.' That
Aussies can hope, can dream; will strive 'good on ya Rod'
You've got; some bloody drive.!
Why why why revile ya,
why why why revile ya,
the stinking rich want you for their *****,
at $4 dollars an hour,
and no more!
Aussie ships on the ocean are clueless,
the Aussies crew is gone, nothing new huh?
Replaced by twerps $4 an hour serfs,
the sour smell of the scab, is so screw loose,
Government cleaners got a pay cut,
$200 a week less in their kick,
Liberal bludgers persecuting but,
the greed could make you quite sick? Huh,
Police shootings now are so common,
with one million scabs on our shores,
one million now out of work,
desperation does kick down these doors,
cheap labour fifo scabs,
@ $4 an hour an no more,
McDonald kids soon to be out of work,
Child labour $8 the score?
Third world Australia is coming,
the poor exploited for sure,
the happy rich are a humming,
and the poor are the bloody paw paw.
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I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals" (Dr. Dolittle)
If I could talk to the Aussies
just imagine it
Babbling to a Bloke, in Blokaneses
Imagine Bantering with Bludgers
Chatting to a Cobber
What a neat achievement that would be
If I could talk to the Aussies
Learn all their dialects
Maybe get an Aussie slang degree
I'd study Cone Toad and Dag
Galah, Dill and Bag
And of course Ab-bor-rid-gin-e
I would parle in Punter and Piker
And would curse in fluent Kangaroo
If i'm asked , "Can you speak 'Banana Bender' "
I'ld say "Both Genders, can't you"
If I could talk to the Aussies, learn their languages
Think of all the things we'd disagree
If I could walk with the Aussies
Talk to an Aussies
Slang and Bang and hang with an Aussies
And they could Slang
and Bang
and Hang
with Me !
nette onclaud
Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
Ferrets revenge
January made me sadder
February was very dark,
March had a little madness,
Ferret bit the postman aaark.
Chased the Postman up the footpath,
Stop ya whinging, letter carrier,
Cracking stockwhip round his earbones,
Flew down the footpath on his barrer.
Stockwhip in me house a cracking,
Ready for the burglars hey,
Tie wire for a little cracker,
Slice em ears off, anyway.
Electroflied the bedroom winders,
240 volts on a nail,
When they lifting out me window,
Touches nail, hip hip hooray.
Driving up the footpath safely,
Driving nongs into the street,
Pull the stockwhip crack a few times,
Pedestrians pick up their feet.
White coat bludgers are a coming,
On walkabout, perhaps we’ll meet,
Off to see sweet brown eyed Jane
Maybe get some love so sweet.
Don Johnson
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