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Sam came from Bollon on the Wallan S.W.Queensland Aus.
Sam Mc Croon came from Bollon soon
When he heard about old Galoon the Batey
She was big an a Ox light in her sox
And she loved her Irish Pp praety (potato)
They married at once she was no dunce
They tripped to the altar so fine
The kangaroo dogs would bark twice or once (greyhounds used for catching kangaroo)
Goannas cantered off with the wine…….damn gwanas…
Religion came round to the poor little town
They dropped in on poor old Batey
The old shack floor was dirt and some more
And they took Cockies joy, just lately…….(syrup) (Cockies = Aussie Farmers)
Bronco Don appeared saw Batey in tears …….(my Dad Bronco Don )
Don cantered right amongst the religious
Cracked his whip in their tent his anger did vent
Demanded, got cans back prodigious
Now Sam he did work for a man with a quirk
One Colin Mc Farlan Okeefe
He had Sam watching out in a paddock for work
Under a sheet of iron for a sheep thief
Old Sam he did sink down a sewerage trench deep
When tripping across after the rain
Bronco Don reefed him out, hosed him off poor old sheep
And rescued him later again…………(Sam got swallowed up twice)
Sam went to hospital with the flu for a week or two
Had his singlet soaked to get it off
For the hair on his chest had grown right through
Water weakens a man he’d just scoff….(bit shy around water)
Jimmy the lover came to call, banged upon her door
Just come out little sweet Batey
He said I’ve got bananas from the store
She said there’s no body home, come lately…
Jezebel McCroon slept in a room
on a mattress of indian rubber
Aren’t you afraid of Jimmy McDade
the great charmer the lover
Jez just said if I strip naked on the bed
he won’t see me instead
Won’t see me less I smile in the dark,
He’ll sidestep away like a plover unfed
Without a squeak or a squark…..Don Johnson
A long time ago on Lovers Lane
At a young-teen party; pre-teen game
There sat this girl, know not her name
Played “Spin-the-Bottle” just the same
She had the looks; a golden mane
Her eyes were anything but plain
Her lips that I sure hoped to gain
Burnt an image on my brain
I spun the bottle; what a shame
It pointed to this old plain Jane
I kissed plain Jane and what a pain
I felt my luck was on the wane
I spun again to my disdain
This girl looked more like old Mark Twain
I kissed her just to be humane
This game had now become inane
But my next spin; I can’t complain
It landed on my new found flame
My heart could barely take the strain
The pounding beat it did attain
We kissed; I thought I’d gone insane
As all my energy did drain
And with this kiss I did obtain
A reputation quite urbane
I hope this stroll down memory lane
Won’t come across as so mundane
I made it up to entertain
And not for riches or for fame
( I hope this gets me the following emotion)
There once was this poet named Mike
And some of his poems they did like
He beamed with content
With each glowing comment
But not when they said “take a hike”
Mdailey 6/21/11
Contest: Emote