drops drip
from leaky tap
plonking annoying plunks
that bore holes in your peace, shattered
Must Stop!
Matt Caliri
Contest Name
New Language
angus plonking wobbletrot,
rode a hoss but should have not,
had trubble with three magigator,
not his tie a gettin straighter,
wid a windsor knott.
hoss him kinda wantum rootum,
owner bloody wantum shootum,
sandgoannas not taste 2beautum,
wrong calibre no sight,
worried fella not 2 bright,
fella had a snake in shed,
shootem rootem saddle ned,
bullets bouncin yep mathilda,
shot water tank empty un-filled her,
insanitary is rite, bad 4tnite..
Hector Waller
“Hardover Hec” yes they called him,
Yes hard a port, that’s it, right,
If bombs or torpedoes were a falling, crawling,
He’dodge em, with sweetest delight,
The Germans said the “scrap iron flotilla,”
Old Stuart was one, yes too right,
One black night she sailed amongst the Italians,
Destroyer, amongst their Cruisers that night,
4 inch guns against the 8 inch, Italian,
Slipped tinfish amongst them that’s right,
Italys cruisers were blazing, exploding,
4 inch guns blazed a path through the night,
2 or 3 cruisers were sunk there,
Other Aussies and Poms in the fight,
Fox Terrier’s were plonking away yair,
Big dogs got a horrible fright.
Of Hector Waller of Australian Navy WW2 in 1941.
Don Johnson
Zorro swings and Zorro falls,
sadly landed on someones balls
excommunicated from the mall,
for gross protracted screaming.
Zorro on the crutch of one,
slapped down by a redneck nun,
pivoted crutch to plonking run,
so bad he must be dreaming?
Springing for his horse so black,
drop kicked his oolies slack,
glad it wasn't a donkey Jack,
the Z man enterprising.
Don Johnson 6-aug-11
Driven Crazy in 41
You were there in forty one,
When Australia it called,
King an country it was fun,
Adventure it enthralled.
On a hill in Syria,
Death was to be denied,
French Foreign Legion plastered you ,
And several Aussies died.
75 mm cannon gave you shellshock,
Amongst a hundred shells,
Almost driven off your block,
Insanity you’ll tell.
And most were driven crazy,
By the ringing of the bells,
And several walking lunatics ,
Were left there in their hell.
4 days of hammering artillery,
And then you got away,
The Aussies drove off the French,
The guns went quiet today.
Kokoda found you in the green,
Quietly creeping through the hills,
Move so slow, listen though,
Jap will plonk you sure to kill.
Your eyes don’t stop a watching,
For a movement in the mist,
For if you stop a watching,
Surely, bullet kissed!
Jap scout plonks at you ,
And you’re a plonking back,
Fixed bayonet stabs too,
When death walks on the track.
Somehow you get off the first shot,
Old Tommy gun is true!
The knockdown power,
Kills Jappo dour,
Life goes on for you.
Don Johnson 19-may-11
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