Want some toast
BLOODY OATH
My name is Logan
You call me BOGAN
GONNA buy a CHOOK
Can’t be bothered to cook
Feeling CHOC, A BLOCK
As I lay on the bed
Looking at the clock
Want a CIGGI mate
Come on it’s not too late
Touch of a baby
And I feel CLUCKY
Need I say
I’m never lucky
BBQ on let’s have a SNAG
Having a FROTHY
While we BRAG
Got a gift, I said oh CRIKEY
I nearly dropped
My fruit lichee
G’DAY MATE, YA got the time
YEAH, it’s half past 9
Go outside with my BROLLY
Daughter is coming with her dolly
This poem is TRUE BLUE
SEE YA LATER
IM SHOOTING THOUGH
So much more I can add to this
I’ll end it here with a kiss xx
Categories:
lichee, community, freedom,
Form: Rhyme