Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
Don't quite understand
The ebb and flow of reviews
One day they flow in like water
Next day there's just a few
I don't think it's my poetry
There are other forces at work
Could it be just the weather
Or some other unknown quirk
Guess I'll just try relaxing
Let things be as they may
In the big overall scheme of things
Our attitude makes the day
So smile all you buckeroos
Your faces surely won't crack
You'll feel up on top of the world
Happiness you'll never lack
Wow what an upbeat poem
Bet you're feeling a big bunch better
Keep on singing those happy tunes
Be a joyful sunshine spreader
Can't take my hands... uh, my eyes off of you
A slip of the tongue... thought that crap I outgrew
Could live another fifty
Still be quite shifty
Conniving and controlling, me lovely bucaroos
On Ladies' Night, there was
A little discount on the drinks,
A custom quite old-fashioned
And surprising, too, methinks.
Who wouldn't like the bill reduced
When going out to eat?
A savings of some buckeroos
Is always kind of sweet.
But Ladies' Night in modern times
Just sounds so not P.C.
It harkens back to times before
So-called equality.
The purpose then (and maybe now)
Was getting women soused
So men would have the chance (they hoped)
To get a gal unbloused.
My dinner with a girlfriend
Got me two bucks off my beer,
With not a man in sight
To give a glance or, much less, leer.
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Don't quite understand
The ebb and flow of reviews
One day they flow in like water
Next day there's just a few
I don't think it's my poetry
There are other forces at work
Could it be just the weather
Or some other unknown quirk
Guess I'll just try relaxing
Let things be as they may
In the big overall scheme of things
Our attitude makes the day
So smile all you buckeroos
Your faces surely won't crack
You'll feel up on top of the world
Happiness you'll never lack
Wow what an upbeat poem
Bet you're feeling a big bunch better
Keep on singing those happy tunes
Be a joyful sunshine spreader
© Jack Ellison 2013
The trail was thick with bities and the billabong was high
me mates were all a yabbering 'bout the price of meat
The cavvy horses trotted right on course, nothing seemed awry
the jiger boss yelled "Buckeroos! git that stray dogie to teat!"
Old Bluey barks to say G'Day as he helps the boys to muster
all the new calves to the bank, away from the duffers.
A camp fire smokes and Cookie clucks wrapped up in his duster
as Hoodlum sits a peeling spuds dreaming of his mother.
The suns gone down like a gob smacked floozie behind the range.
At last, it seems, we're ending another dusty day.
The night hawks giddyuped, there are bedrolls amongst the sage,
yet were' not within a cooee of the end of an Aussie's play.
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