Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
Your album cover
Anything for a Laugh
seems candlelight lit
arched churchways
and smoke from village Chimneys
sepia daybreak
angel clouds jettisoning
with yellow filter
You died in Newcastle
broken by the rain,
only one album
and a few credits
cherished by a few
There are lots of things that are black and white,
Like zebras and Newcastle United, they are a good team and get their fans excited.
Penguins are mostly black and white, but some have coloured plumage too,
There are quite a few different types you can see them in the zoo.
There are lots of crows, from rooks and ravens and the black and white magpie too.
Undertakers wear black and white, and waiters often wear the same,
They are both just playing the formal dress code game.
Snooker players wear black and white when you see them on the television,
They are brilliant when you watch them they play the game with such precision.
A while ago there wasn’t any colour just black and white TV,
So, watching other sports just wasn’t so easy.
There are so many things, I could go on and on,
But luckily there are other colours that can make a rainbow that stretches into the sky beyond.
The world goes on with so many colours in many different hues,
From yellow and purple right through to shades of blue.
But really, we all know that there is wrong and there is right,
Things should all be so simple its really black and white.
The Sea Gull
The one-legged seagull king that lived on the last reef
before the ocean began had lived long, longer than gulls normally do
He came from a sturdy breed that for generations had lived
at the edge of land and sea; they knew things other birds didn’t know
On the ferry bound for England the king came onboard, I fed it fine
knowing well the king would be back when the ferry returned
Other younger birds wanting the space on the last reef, attacked the king
who never more returned; to the ferry boat they circled and shrieked
in triumph demanding preferential treatment, I gave them potato peel
and saved the best leftovers for the gulls on the coast of Newcastle
After years of a zero-sum life having no time for anything, I retired and
bought a cabin far inland, but near a lake that had a wooden pier and
a rowing boat, a place where the trout waked undisturbed.
On the top of the chimney he sat, the old king, waiting just for me.
Bonarda?Twenty eight ripples
counted , flow? actually,
rain drops spare spaces.
?Newcastle darkened by windows,
shut,? a longing for short rope.
?Growing window boxes fell?,
by taxis and the lost echoes?
Part time clocks between dead towers?Tick,
through the eroded scraggy day?
Arrows flew blistered stray crows
Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy.
His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter
and his packaging's so appealing to the eye.
My desire 's for something that's much brighter
than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye.
Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day.
To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?
The north of England,
Is without a doubt,
A massive community,
That is paramount.
It’s a place where people,
Express their talent,
A place where people,
Should go if they haven’t.
A magical place,
Of women and men,
With the angel of the north,
Instead of the Big Ben.
We have some memories,
Unique to the world,
The Blackpool tower,
Where the dancers all twirled.
Oasis, stone roses,
Arctic monkeys, twisted wheel,
The north has a taste,
With a very strong appeal.
Black pudding,
Blackpool rock,
I tell you now,
We have the lot.
We have musicians,
Painters with talent,
We have good chefs,
There’s nothing that’s absent.
The north of England,
An extraordinary place,
If you come to visit,
There will be a smile on your face.
From Newcastle to Manchester,
Liverpool to Leeds,
There’s a city or town,
To fill all of your needs.
As Manchester say,
That we stand together,
All the north are the same,
For now and forever.
Arsenal first Friday, always start well
New signings too, will give Leicester hell
Arsenal easy, next,
Liverpool in the early game, a win at a canter
Watford offer up more presents than Santa
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, next,
Chelsea at the Bridge a cert to crush Burnley
Untouchable last season, this is money for free
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, next,
Man City away win, there’s simply no reason
Why Brighton won’t be relegation fodder this season
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, next,
Spurs to cane Newcastle, big gap in class
Don’t think the magpies are gonna last
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, Spurs pure class, last,
Man United on fire, all glitz and glamour
Scoring for fun, gonna stuff the hammers
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, Spurs pure class, United on fire,
Fifty quid on a six-fold, what could possibly go wrong
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Arsenal Nil Leicester 1
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Damn
There once was an old man from Seattle
Who had it in his thoughts to skedaddle
But booking trips his mind they would rattle
He took plane
Landed in Spain
When he wanted to go to Newcastle.
This man loves Newcastle United football club,
And has overcome Graves’ disease thyroidal,
By having an op to remove that deathly snub,
Of his prowess in the swimming pool brutal.
He won a bronze in the 100 metres freestyle,
At the British Swimming Championships 2012,
Then at the UK championships international,
Those for disabled people, he won in the youth.
He also took gold there, in the 50m men’s youth,
In 29.95 secs, and in the men’s open 400 metres,
He won bronze. At the London Paras the truth,
Is he was Britain’s youngest gold medalist, cheers!
He was the North East’s own sports personality,
And won the MBE in 2013. CP is his condition,
And he’s gone from being an S7 by true nobility,
To being a category S8, by his rugged dedication.
Time outruns those who don't sprint
To keep up. It never turns back
Or bothers to wait for idle souls
Why carry coals to Newcastle?
Time misspent is time gone forever
Easy come and easy go
Time is too busy to wallow in
The stillness of now. Indeed, it does
Flee like a long-distance runner
With an engine that keeps on
Humming and chugging, it keeps on
Steadily; time never crawls, it sprints
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Date written: 10/03/2013
Date posted: 03/29/2016
NEWCASTLE - NORTHUMBRIAN CITY
Half-English, half-Scot: martial roots in the past,
Newcastle - once dark from its coaly drama -
A breathless place ever ready for change.
Shudder at the Keep and Black Gate’s near defeat
By the march of Victorian railway builders ;
In narrow streets now widened,
Shiver with winds from sea or moors.
Tyne, father of this town
Famed for guns and ships,
Is o’erleaped by a platoon of steel bridges
Grabbing the south bank, binding the city to England.
The love not spoken of
Newcastle and it was summer I had been paid off
from my ship and sat a the train station waiting for
a train to take me to Liverpool when a young man
came and sat near me. He was beautiful the nearest
I have been to human perfection and we spoke
about life, we were going to a cabin somewhere in
a Scottish hill but he didn`t like to be alone and his
large brown eyes looked mournful and I was ready
to join him, but said nothing because he if I followed
the boy would turn out to be human and demanding
a type of attention I could not give without corruption
His train left before mine I waved and that was that,
when I arrived a Lime street station I was drunk and
spent a night with a prostitute and she killed a beautiful
man sitting alone in a cabin in some god- forsaken dale.
Newcastle-upon-Tyne Dackel was nine
He sniffed the breeze for the traces of Rhine
In the show there was a foe
Badger was biting his toe
He whined and sent badger a valentine
Roger the badger went to Kebbit the rabbit
A sneak and scratching dick was badger's habit
And he gave the buck a ruck
Dackel's valentine guck
"We really got sucked in by this muck"
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Suffering from tunneling syndrome
This Dachshund may be right for you.
Tonight there is a match on telly
The lads are coming round
most of them are married
So my home is to be the neutral ground .
If any of their wives ring
I'm to pretend that I am deaf
and they've all elected me to be
head barman and chef.
I've got Guinness and lager
A crate or two of Yorkshire ale
Newcastle brown and bitter
So the booze just cannot fail .
I've made three lovely shepherds pies
but I asked the lads which veg I should use
I've just been reading their replies
Now I'm totally confused .
One lad doesn't like cabbage
Another doesn't like swede
and it seems broccoli and cauliflower
are members of a dying breed .
The veg that the lads want
From all the replies I've seen
are lots of French fried onions
and cans of Heinz baked beans .
12 drunken farting Yorkies
My house would smell like an old cess pit
So they'll get what their given
They can take it or leave it .
Lemon sole for starters
Chocolate cheesecake for dessert
and if I get a single complaint
I'll kick them where it hurts.
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