Wait please!
I was waiting to lose Weight.
Come please!
She was coming from Coma.
Go please!
He was going to Goma.
Do please!
She did well at Donga
Eat please!
He was eating cakes on Easter.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Imbecilic
By the shores of imbecilic,
Butt painted with acrylic
Was a lunatic without much enterprise,
By the shores of linga-longer
Out past the dead Dingoes donga,
Was a man not used 2 telling many lies,
With a fornication permit,
And an itch that needed, worm wit,
Eyeball on a different orbit,
In his eye,
Cos he cannot find his dinger,
Bells frigged without a ringer,
Cos OP rum will only paralyze,
Guess ya canna well absorb it,
Being well rubbed with de morbid
With vix he needs to daub-it
Till the maggots multiply,
Till the imbecilic spell,
Leaves ole Johnson fairly well,
And he staggers off,
With all unbuttoned flys… Don Johnson
city fellas dey come to the bush,
the Crocodile barks from his moosh,(mouth)
they think they smart feller, fool ole yella,
more meat says the croc, n goes woosh,
death roll in the donga,
no more linger longer,
don't come to his table,
coroners label,
says eaten by croc,
butt n toosh...
thank you Vienna Bombardieri...
Don Johnson
Silence
Beware the silence in your head,
Best check to see if you are dead,
The words are there but nothing said,
Blood does flow, still bloody red,
Prospect uninviting,
Sandgoannas are a fighting,
They want to eat old Fred
Don Johnson
if you're dying in the donga,
by the shores of linga longa,
and the dingoes howl cos tuckers on the way,
and the crows are circling yonder,
upon a feed to ponder,
but the Goannas have it covered here today:)
No choice babe you stand and fight,
or run with tail tucked in out of sight,
stand up, a straight left might,
like ole Clint Eastwood duck the right!
Sounds very much like us Aussies, mate:)
the popes on holliday, not irate,
beware of roo's in trousers,
watch them back legs wowsers...
disemboweling fate?
staggering through the donga,
by the shore of linger longer,
old emu looked up with sweet surprise,
bare ass Aussies, burnt so rare,
with language blue the air,
were a swinging from a gum tree swatting flys :)
Sue married the guy,
but we'll fix his little wagon,
Kangaroo in the outhouse,
7 foot tall in the shaggnwagon,
electric fence hooked up to the toilet,
no more spray there today,
a tickle for the wizzer tune, you bet,
he'll think his name is Alice, May.
31-aug-11
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