Long Galah Poems
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kevy the big red male kangaroo
impressed the girls with a manly woo
out to set hearts on fire
wore his best bushie attire
as he blew on his didgeridoo
wally the hairy nosed wombat
was very hairy, round and fat
waddled when he walked
loudly screeched when he talked
and friends with a nosy numbat
kerry the cuddly koala bear
sat in a tree just to eat and stare
saw the swirling-coloured lights
a feral hippies delight
so-how much can a koala, bare?
kelly the laughing kookaburra
though she was grown up and matura
made a lot of ha ha
with gary the galah
in their gum tree home near mildura
emily is a fast running emu
her funny strangeness just grew and grew
amongst all the bushland folk
subject of many a joke
when her feathers started turning blue
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Jan 26 is Australia Day-to all Aussies, happy Oz day
Once upon a summer’s sandwich, over in Birdgum Hollow, the one from the old kingdom, not new.
There lived two birds, one glam, a falconet, and one an Australian blue-grayish cock-eyed Cockatoo.
Freddy, the falconet was a quirky, slow-witted, conclosed and obstinate bird,
He liked to strut, and preen and crow, without the penalty of learning any new kind of word.
Galah, who was raised an only, with no mind for his own, was completely closed to ideas that fell.
It was his family’s wishes, so his wishes as well, and it worked for him on Earth, extremely well.
They were furious bird-emies from kindergarten on, neither realizing the solution was no Mr. Airy,
It was simple, it was easy, all they needed was reading, and a common old ordinary red dictionary
“I hate him!” Galah would say. To those who listened. “He’s a Francophile!” And Galah would say this to lots of us who heard.
Freddy was equally verbal about Galah being a Gallophile, a word that struck terror in his oatmeal curd.
Neither realized until they got to heaven and saw the fibriform sign “Gallophiile and Francophiles here,”
That they could have been friends for a lifetime, except for their silly, ridiculous, racially motivated fears.
For you see, my reader, and I know this will delight you in advance.
A Gallophile and a Francophile are both people who love France.
So skip through your day, and enjoy this knowledge on me.
If there’s one thing I like, it’s to enlighten at least three.
I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals" (Dr. Dolittle)
If I could talk to the Aussies
just imagine it
Babbling to a Bloke, in Blokaneses
Imagine Bantering with Bludgers
Chatting to a Cobber
What a neat achievement that would be
If I could talk to the Aussies
Learn all their dialects
Maybe get an Aussie slang degree
I'd study Cone Toad and Dag
Galah, Dill and Bag
And of course Ab-bor-rid-gin-e
I would parle in Punter and Piker
And would curse in fluent Kangaroo
If i'm asked , "Can you speak 'Banana Bender' "
I'ld say "Both Genders, can't you"
If I could talk to the Aussies, learn their languages
Think of all the things we'd disagree
If I could walk with the Aussies
Talk to an Aussies
Slang and Bang and hang with an Aussies
And they could Slang
and Bang
and Hang
with Me !
I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly
Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt
Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce'
So I decide..To announce' this tyrants, term it should be
Decried..' Removed..' All access for him strongly denied.! No
More government funds that surge in a co-inside and hide
A week or so goes by..I read more; on the constitution and
I think 'oh my! ) this must have been of my own mind; volition??
Not of God as I had thought? For the constitution says
His seat is most safe..I must be wrong.' Then I saw a certain scene on the street
A man responded to trudeau, I don't respect you. Oh no.'
A few days more on, A crowd drove him from a hotel along.'
To a restaurant..He had to leave they were strong.' My mind whirled so it was thinking it is
Gods wish!! Shortly after this the petition came to be.' almost
500,000 was the quota to see.! Then last week his own mouth he
Himself, condemned, I acvise that God is active here my Friends..He intends to turf the galah; from his foetid nest..Soon.'
The news will his loss assess; and all may then after address.!
Galactic marvel; Gallant Galahad to swimming gala.
Gallery of sirens lying galore; a sexy display.
On bed of Galax, a living Galatea, he sees Hallah.
A tactical Galago, he jumps wooing the gal to play.
In Galician, her Lactose voice: “Bring me Venus.”
Her wish send him in alacrity to the galaxy.
Over Milky Way and planets, he flies a genius,
Defying Big Bear and the Pleiades in vanity.
His tic, he mocks Galileo he meets high above.
He dances proudly around the galactic plane.
Gall he shows to grab the great Goddess of love,
none but Hallah;“Galah!”from her throne she mocks in disdain!
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
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.
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*to all the Aussies have a bonza day on Jan 26...and have a coldie for me