Long Footy Poems

Once again it’s Saturday; the day when footy reigns supreme.
The Dogs are up against the Cats, the premier favoured team,
but I’ve got no doubts the mighty Dogs will surely cope with that.
I couldn’t think of...

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It’s great living in a country town that still can offer peace,
when I come home from a stressful day to finally release
all the tension from a hectic job, that near leaves me in a heap,
and...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates,...

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I was a city born and city bred young fellow,
whose shoes had mostly only touched concrete and tar.
Oh yes I had seen grass, but out on a footy ground
and my entertainment was drinking at a...

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In little towns the big events are locally presented,
and every family in the town is usually represented.
Shopkeepers shut their doors when a pioneer curls his toes,
and if someone’s up to mischief, then everybody knows.

Every sporting...

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To me, a Man-child is an adult male who acts like a child: immature, lazy, unkempt, idiotic, silly, annoying etc. Usually it is someone you either work with or live with. This poem is a...

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I grew up with Phillip Jones who was our doctor’s son.
We built huts amongst the ti-tree and fired the odd slug gun.
We went through school together and we hung out up the street;
played footy and...

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Seven Yesrs Ago


Seven years ago on this very day,
The most wonderful man in my life passed away.
He was gentle and sweet and giving,
Played cards or bet horses for a living.
We’d go to the footy or...

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Weekdays I toiled in honest sweat; weekends were for the blokes
down at the pub or at the footy, hearing tales and telling jokes.
Forget about the wife at home; her nagging only causes trouble.
But single girls...

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I learnt a lesson well today on how good hygiene works,
and how sometimes it doesn’t pay, to gain professional perks.
It was Mick the barber’s little lurk that put up this dreadful case …
I’ll never trust...

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"I'll have a sip of beer my dear," 
The wife would always say. 
 I was not one for sharing see, 
She knew that anyway. 
 
The sharing wasn't my concern, 
But would I have...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still...

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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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Sitting in the dressing room,
If you can call it that,
Reading through my notes again,
I’ve not got this off pat.
It’s better than an open mic,
I’ve actually been booked,
But if I mess it up tonight,
They’ll tell me...

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July
July saw the end of school, the kids were winding down,
We spent our holidays abroad, plenty of drinks gratis I did down.
We had some time on the beach, in the warm golden sand,
Making the most...

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Sometimes if you have mild Cerebral Palsy, 
You don't ever need to admit that you have it, 
‘Cos it's not obvious, only you feel the tension, 
In your arm, your hand or face, so you...

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today for the first time in a long time 
i missed him,
i missed the man who’s picture i have folded neatly in a brown cardboard box tucked underneath my bed,
i missed the man who used...

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When my family went camping on the farm,
we were blown away by its rural charm.
Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green,
It was a sight that just had to be seen.

We pitched our tents down...

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I walked down the road and through the tunnel,
To the train where we walked so many times before.
I smiled to myself remembering the past,
Then comes the sad reminder that you’re not here anymore.
I sat on...

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In days of yore when I was four, in my memory I'm sure
 there was nothing that you could buy called low fat
you got meat from a cow, and pork from a sow,
pound of lamb...

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There’s nothing like a sat’dy when the dews still on the ground,
and I can take me young bloke where they kick a ball around.
To see the highs and lows of me kid who does his...

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There’s backyard soccer clashes and test cricket matches,
a shrine to footy with posters on the wall.
Dirty dishes piled up high, washing, ironing ruffled lie …
a man's house with a lady's photo in the hall.

There are...

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From the dungeons depths 
Our canary friend had nothing much left 
Speaking like everything was all right 
Invited candy toffees in for a bite 
This was not a keen thing to do 
One score for...

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It seems so quiet here since you went.
The dog's more settled, the cat's more content.
My friends seem to visit much more than before
and I can visit the pub without starting a war

Now the dust has...

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“Grandpa when are you ‘gunna’ turn into a frog?”
Me grandson said as I brushed him away;
‘Turn into a frog! That flamin’ kid’s on the grog!’  
“Go on! You get outside and play!”

Then I went...

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