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true blue pride

under this southern sky we all should adore
for this land has never burned with any war.

our life has always been one that is free
free from dictatorship...free from tyranny.

under the southern cross we show our true pride
from the desert plains to beyond the great divide.

under the blazing sun we play, work, sweat and toil
say "she`ll be right" when life spins with great turmoil.

our way is to add O or IE to many shorten words
to outsiders it must sound off beat...so absurd.

our friends we call every bad word under the sun
no offence taken...they know it`s only a bit of fun.

" `ken oath, he`s a drongo" a true blue knows what that means
from Tassie to the Territory...and everywhere in between.

coooee cobber...fair dinkin` your such a galah
we shouted out from our beat up holden car.

whether at a BBQ or down by the sea
it's an ice cold tinny for you...and for me.

our flag is one flown on flag poles oh so high
one we should respect...show our one true pride.

so let's all come together and be as one
in this land...under...the southern sun.

............
*to all the Aussies have a bonza day on Jan 26...and have a coldie for me

Doppler -Dodo

           Dodo composed Dodoitsu :
            voiced loud in decibels,
            pierced eardrums of drongo,
            did Doppler's Defect.

Zoe Buhler

Good news Zoe, charges dropped drongo
Coppers had to stop, rules aren't laws 
Wrongs just that..Love you darl; thats where
I'm at, you did Ballarat an honour.' By being
True against the bother, you took issue.' with
The lies they dished on you, in the very same 
old town; where our miners faced some other
 clowns
Ballarat awaken now..' And back up Zoe
Who showed you how.!

Scomo's Tanking

Drongo coppers (sic)
Rise calm eyes sharp mind strong edge
Millions storm ANZAC !!!

Cowherd

Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
Sweet voice from core of heart
Flora has to get a life.
Black Drongo birds and Martin
The cows came back on,
Play your flute to
Dark Green pasture must yield.
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
A group has cows eat grass
The world has to be a new form.
The sun has set go west
Cows did stunts, eating grass
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute.

Binding Ties

Binding Ties
The ties that bind 'tween me and you ,
attraction draws us right on cue,
who were we? in that other life,
t\what stolen love, another's wife,
what destiny must Now do,
balancing the books , renew,
un-remembered as the Mice,
but don't take any of  my advice,
persecution time is due, 
and karma wants a slice,
the worm does turn askew,
a Drongo pays the price.
Don

Aussies used to say as dumb as a Drongo {bird}

Sue Hickey Reminising

Sue Hickey reminising
In the land of the Kiwi where the sun forgets 2 shine,
Sue had been cooking up some ole purple dyed cat mince,
Home staggered a boyfriend and a Drongo glassy eyed,
And hunger called a meeting, I’m convinced,
The cat mince was a cooling on the table, 
tasty but unstable, It was a bit manky, im advised,
Not the sweet aroma of jolly aunt Ramona,
with the taste of unwashed toes,
but not 2 rotten I suppose,
the eggs sucker and the Drongo weren’t so wise?
So toast was made and mince got scoffed,
And cats were deprived until,
The Drongo heaved, and brought some back to try,
He was sucking from the bucket, till he got his bloody fill,
Twice eaten cat tucker and the red of purple dye,
But the cats were vengeful still,
When the Drongo finished swill,
They pounced upon him at his open fly,
They were chewing on his stoneys,
As he said softly moany,
Aunt Rita you’re a gift I can’t deny
Don Johnson
Apologys to the Aussie Drongo bird
Bad mouthing you say he is a Drongo or a Galah,
Both birds ….

P O Q

POQ
P O Q AND D C B, means 2 U I can assure,
Is piss off quick and don’t come back,
No don’t come back, no more
So you hit it over the arrrs with the bridle,
Don’t wanna catch this hoss, paw poor,
Let it suck aigs with lucky legs,
If its brains so full of straw?
Lucky legs might snap and wedge,
Up a  butt-bit-bloody sore 
POQ & DCB new lover needed for,
Drongo Fred who aint outa bed,
But his farts is solid bore,
In the pig trough swill we leave this dill,
Shut up Johnson , sure….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRr3kiRHvjI


Don Johnson
Lucky legs were likely to snap off and run up ya, ask yer mother for sixpence to see the jerry giraffe,
Freckles on his eyebrows and big ones on his ask.etc   a saying back before 1960?

Metaphor of Multi Plug

Metaphor of multi plug

The metaphor of the multi plug 
With lines and leads connected lugs,
To keep you on their lead,
Believing all their krappy creed,
from some dirty unwashed thug,
You poor mental as passive weed,
Do you dig the drain I’ve dug
Or has you brain gone off to seed,
The master holds a grudge,
Deceptive television yes do heed,
It’s fool the drongoes, brainwash, drug,
The millions watch and get a feed,
Of Tory bullkrapp every seed,
You are treated like a mug,
The Super rich will tug your weed,
Brainwash, every deed,
Your television it does shrug,
Repetition keeps you up to speed?
Jammed in your brain poor slug?
The unsuspecting brainwash need,
Manilipulated poor, poor dud…
When the Rich control the news media effectively,
You are battered with propaganda,
Television always showing no respect for thee,
Your goose is cooked old Gander,
To the Drongo rich they pander,
Their connection, pull the plug………………
Don Johnson

Turfed Out

Me an Jack n Joe are sweet,
We are living on the street,
Turfed out of Hospital & Nursing homes,
Morven Hospital closed, poor oldie’s moan,
The Government stroke, toot suite!

Too pick upon the worker poor,
To persecute the sickly more,
Persecute the handicapped sure,
What does this Drongo bleat,
aint me, cos im so neat:)
But rancid is the piggy Boar,
When he’s on easy street :)

Don Johnson

New tory state government got rid of 20,000 public servants and closed nursing homes,
Council caravan parks, taking carers off the handicapped, get the picture:)

Aussie Men

men are referred to as "that Galah over there,"
 a grey n pink parrot they aint rare... 
or "Drongo Jack" from the city town, 
duck the uppercut a coming down. 
Greased hair Rockers they were cool,
 leather jackets , shielas drooled... 
sometimes just a bloke, 
sucking on a beer or coke, 
altogether cool, 
vertical aint no vegativebool....

so there Linda-Marie,

how it was or is,
way south of the border,

Don Johnson

Drongo Leery

Drongo Leery

Riding on old drongo Leery, 
poor old bugger, ticks n lice,
Dodging Traps, Police n Troopers,
Catch a racehorse would be nice.

Robbed a fellow down the river ,
Had no money, he was nice,
Didn’t have no dung on liver,
Gave him a quid, 
he thanked me twice.

Country full of Pommy, ex convicts,
Ticket of leave men, yes too right,
Keep yer mouth shut, is their motto,
Seeing nothing, their delight.

“Don’t give your guts, “ is what they’re saying,
Don’t tell the Traps, which way I went,
Buy all the beer at the pub, I’m staying,
Black tracker on me trail is sent.

Ride in front of a bullock team,
Eradicate my tracks, just a bit,
Leave the track on rocky ground,
Leave no tracks, you dumb tom tit.  (finch)

Got meself a squatter’s, blood horse,
Saddled and she rooted twice, (bucked a bit)
Need some more tomato sauce,
On me lamb chops very nice.

Cantered up to the mail coach,
Cobb n Co, 6 horses pulling here,
Held em up with old forty four,
Gave jewelry back, to some old dear.

Punch in chest, from shot of rifle,
Down I fall, the pain intense,
Drongo so close, is sniffing, idle,
Death is coming, caring less.

Don Johnson

Zombuloonies

Zombuloonies

Of furry creatures of the night,
and Zombie crossed with parasite,
sidestep, dodge an duck away,
or will ya at the moon just bay, this night...

the fowls are off the bloody lay,
no eggs for me, to blinking day,
zombies sucking eggs, hey hey,
it’s just not bloody right,

stuck a stake in his great gizzard,
he said “starve the bloody lizard,”
a drongo bashed him, like a blizzard,
stuffed he is orright,

be careful in the full moon light,
wolfmen a prancing, fangs so bright,
zombies blinking glass eyed sight,
spare stake, just keep one waiting, tonight…

Don Johnson

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Snatched

Snatched and grabbed, reefed off me horse,
Just crossed over the watercourse,
Big white light it came and got,
Zapped me, jerked me up aloft,
A bloody flying saucer.

Saw the circle spinning disk,
With panels from one did whisk,
Beam of light had done the job,
In me pocket, thirty bob?

Darkness came within my head,
Aliens, bug eyed did me force,
Anger burned hot instead,
Tucker had, no bloody sauce?

New planet appeared with a jolt ,
Purple haze was a taking holdt
Pink of sky with glass buildings clear,
An orange sun was setting  here, 

Bugeye came and led me in,
To the glassy citadel,
Hover beds without support,
Lifted up no bed clothes sport,

A specimen in their jar,
Often watched and fed bizarre,
Jabbering bugs saw something rare,
Aussie drongo with whiskers there.

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Drongo

Drongo

The Drongo sauntered into town,
Been eating feral chook,
His dog was in the plurry pound,
Drongo gave up a frowning  look.

The Drongo was a handsome lad,
So his momma thought,
The shielas thought him kinda sad,
An teased him for some sport .

Ol  Drongo got on his goat,
The Police thought he was riding,
Jailed another mate, the actual goat,
Drongo surely law abiding.
Perhaps: a Drongo.

 30-july-11

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