Blue bike(Northern dialectably)
A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and
silver fancery
That bike was mine
I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode it chancery
That bike was mine
I popped a tyre down near ta factory and I took it home to tell ta family we got
out spoons and inspected ta mattery then I put a plaster were the puncture
bubbled watery
That bike was mine
It had 10 gears which were satisfactory five were hard and the others sappery
but it got me going were I want ta be
That bike was mine
Soon I was looking for a new bike practically with ten more gears and a name that
suited me but I’ll never forget that blue bike frankily
Because that bike was mine
Categories:
mattery, art,
Form: Free verse
Sandy Blight
D’Lise he was about ole Dirran town,
Back in the early forties,
When Sandy Blight could make you frown,
Interfere with your naughties, …….bad-sex?
When running eyes came shortly,
Yer Eyes were plastered tight..
Fine sandy dust as red as rust,
It blew, came in from Cobar,
The sky was red,
as yer eyeballs Fred,
from June until October.
People came in their wagonettes, no lie,
To get away from Cobar,
With mattery eyes, like the bite of flies,
Yes bungy eyes all over.
Old D’Lise saw these sore eyes,
And hatched himself a cure,
Sure it wasn’t from the bloody flies,
Bottled piddle could be a doer.
A spit in the eye could cure the flys,
If you suffered the blow-fly bite,
Slapped em down with an axe you clown,
An they’d buzz on outa sight.
Ainaseed in the piddle bottle,
Was the sweetest disguise, delight,
Bit a yellow belly color, .............Aussie fish
What looked like Snotty-gobble,
Cured too bloody right …
Dingo Dog Trappers used Ainaseed for their decoys,
To kll the smell of man, when setting their Dog traps for Dingoes.
Snotty-Gobble Bliss-bombs are the yellow fruit on a tree Miseltoe, sweet fruit of the Aussie bush.
Don Johnson
Categories:
mattery, adventure,
Form: Ballad