Long Chook Poems

An Introduction to Max
 
Hi, I am a mastiff cross and my name is Max. To be precise it’s Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a...

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Thelma Leeson.......
is in a nursing home, dementia will take her,
 and I will recite this at her funeral.

Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born
Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her...

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Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one season for the cricket club, but he was just a...

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The Red Devil, Bronco Johnson in 75

I lived in Morningside, moved in a massage parlor girl
2 kids a Kangaroo dog and a white rat called Merle (Greyhound roo catcher)
We had a druggie ambo man, so...

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A bloke who hails 
from New South Wales 
will know of Gundagai. 
Some guy found gold, 
or so we're told, 
in days now long gone by. 

I grew up there 
without a care 
when both...

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Mate I reckin’ I get some real ding bats visiting me
I’m fed up to the teeth and pissed off as can be
Streuth I swear that last one was one big big drama Queen
Her Type you’ll...

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Samantha gave her Daddy a disdainful look
He’s been out again with that ripper old chook
He’s been acting all gaga, the silly old fool
Isn’t it disgusting the way that men drool
Well maybe the oldies, ain’t’ got...

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Mulga Snakeyes

Yes we went a Droving on the job 
As we rode around the mob 
With the cattle, 
just to earn our bit of pay
with Uncle Charlie, to earn a bob
a watching watching of 
watching...

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1930s Dirranbandi as mum Nelly says

In the town of Dirranbandi near the Cubbie cotton farm
was sea of Wilga trees with their dark green leafy charm
the Goats ate green Wilga standing on their back legs 
(...

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Well Andrea, :)
 I suppose feral ferret gets loose a bit, 
when he aint n isn't on the tit, 
lived too long with little wit, 
the ferret comes out cagey.
 so sneaking through the tall,...

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Dreams 
On holiday within a
dream,
we sometimes get the
horror scene,
where 50 swingings
of the axe,
cut off your legs,
stumped around in
fact,
some payment here is
seen?
So jerked awake by
horror shook,
like blood a
squirting from a
chook,
forced to walk on
stumps obscene?
A lesson in-between,

a...

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let the fetters fall where they will,
when they put me down there, 
 under the 6 foot hill,
or perhaps to hang there on the hook,
trim me gall bladder,
 gone forsook,
at the university...

a course ol Halliwell,...

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COVID-19

Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way

Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and...

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Disaster, devastation, death and destiny
Headlines, slay us every day
Not since some time-past history
Were people stricken - this terrible way

Self-isolate and stay indoors
Restrictions with fines or time away
No longer can we feed our mores
But food and...

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Lake Eliza 2...
Out near dusty Lake Eliza
Lived sweety tart, where flies are
Sucked oddly Emu eggs some sunny days
Like a dozen egg appetiser     (1 egg = 1 dozen fowl egg)
She got em...

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“I wish the ferry had a fairy,” said Phoebe with a frown
to no one in particular (but everyone remembered later on).
That’s a strange thing to say on an excursion in Year 5,
especially when the teachers...

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The chook house
stood empty for most
of my childhood.
An enclosed corrugated iron 
shed was surrounded 
by a wire fence
and a wooden gate 
held on by one rusty hinge.

Inside was small 
and cramped, just big enough 
to...

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If you like to eat good food
Plus enjoy yourself as well
There is this little place I work
It's called the Hannans Hotel 

T-bone or rump are our steaks
With salad, veg or chips
4 yummy gravies from which...

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The Underchook

no escape for the momma chile,
of cuddles no directions,
but you bring a healthy smile,
no seduction no erection ....ooops

the mind of foolish Doves ,
expound the myth of sin,
how n when n  get sweet ...

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Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes 
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes

Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells...

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Well Andrea, second poem:)

I suppose feral ferret gets loose a bit,
when he ain't n isn't on the tit,
lived too long with little wit,
the ferret comes out cagey.

so sneaking through the tall, short wood,
to catch a...

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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...

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Tweedle dum and Tweedle de,
 are in this verse, I hope oh gee,
Queen of hearts had a some where part,
An the tin man blubbered he? ………Did he?

So falling down this plurry hole,
she found a lunatic,...

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Pickles Graham heard the woosh,
Amber liquid showered his moosch (face)
Startled by the sudden shower,
Aromatic pizzle power,
An Mooga Wilson going crook,
"What are you doing there Pickles,
At this time and hour?"
Empty piddle pot empowered,
Stop moaning theres no...

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