Here come old grandpa
He come movin' up slowly
He got, big-a-belly
He got, roley-poley
He got, hair...on his ears
He got to be a grandpa he lived so many years
He drink- no more, moonshine
He got, gout toeitus
He got, monkey back
He shoot, insulin
He say, I don't... remember you
One thing he should know is that he's one hundred and two
He lacks production
He got, two sets of dentures
He got, always sidetrack
He got, soup and crackers
He got, gout, down...on his feet
Sitting in his wheelchair he's got old-age disease
Does he remember, right now- he's one hundred and two
He can't use a toaster
He got, cold- needs a warming
He got, dementia
He lost, mojo filter
He say, one and one and one is four
Got to be dementia 'cause he can't add anymore
Does he remember, right now, he's one hundred and two
The aerobat’s of trapeze
Cordially sneeze
The pants off the underlings
As they fly through the air.
Caught in a web of disaster
Aero “nought” tricks yet to master
They bound and fly and drop….
Without a care
Scratched and bruised
Stumble on truths
Useless is their demise
They stare
Turning in folly
Their balance on poley
Captures them by surprise
A prayer
As they excel in the straight line
Avoid falling on their behind
Poised all for-lorn
They are there
24/10/2018
I lay in my bed the clock struck twelve
No sign of reindeer or presents or elves
He promised this year to not let me down
Old rolly poley Santa dressed in velvet and down
My cookies were placed on the table in view
A full glass of milk to be dipped into
And I in my silk negligee and red lipstick
Patiently awaiting my dear Saint Nick
The wind was howling the snow was heavy
But in a sleigh no excuse not like a Chevy
Another glass of vino and I heard a loud bang
From the rooftop above reindeer bells did rang
I ran to the tree by the chimney with glee
Santa had kept his promise to me
He came down the chimney all dressed in red
Boots of black so shiny bells on his head
I hugged him so hard and gave him a kiss
I love you so much Mr Saint Nick
And for you my dear soul I have brought you a gift
Tears streamed down my cheeks for he was my wish
Nothing else Santa could give me
My heart was filled with such love and glee
He gobbled the cookies and chugged the milk
Than up the chimney he went covered in silt
And off his reindeers flew pulling the sleigh
God bless you my child I cannot delay
MISSING DADDY
When I think about my daddy
I cry and cry and cry
I cry so much
I lost my eye
Then I think about my mother
She plays baseball with my brother
And she reads to me at night
Always leaves a little light
When I cried and cried and cried
She gave a big-bear big hug
Then she tucked me safe in bed
Like a roley-poley bug
she peeked into my pocket
kissed me on my head
gave me back the eye I lost
was under Sister's bed.
I still think about my daddy
sometimes cry and cry and cry
but now i cry
and have 2 eyes.
Ex Drover, me
As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold nights,
Leaps from his swag at daylight,
To stand by the fire ,
For some breakfast egg n bacon.
Yes bloody sah!
An the coffe black as char,
Sucked from his quartpot , jar.
And the toast is a burning ,
Like a bad cigar.
Is burning ,
And the sun comes up, aha.
So we’ll move them poley bullocks,
On the grassy stock route millet,
And the bore drain will water ,
Them poley bullocks shortly,
Till we get to Mungathar.
Don Johnson 8-aug-11
Droving Carolyn,
You could always come a droving,
on the stock route we'd be roving,
sleep neath the stars,
an rough it on the track.
Where the Dingoes howl at midnight,
and the Sand Goannas fight with Brown Snakes,
and the air is sweet as honey,
but there isn't any money,
and you wash in rivers,
sometimes, way outback.
Riding in a Poley saddle,
Slowing back the cattle,
To get a feed of Flinders grass so sweet,
Just a walking leading me horse,
Chomping Damper corn meat an sauce,
Yes me Quartpot boiled of course ,
An I’m drinking some black tea,
Not too bloody sugary.
The trucking yards are waiting,
Two days away, let em go,
in the long paddock tonight,…(stock route)
Tomorrow we will muster,
watch the brown horse, watch him buster,
or he’ll drop you in the long grass,
and you won’t bloody like?
Don Johnson 19-june-11
Icky nasty hot dogs,
Roley Poley meat logs,
Made of scraps from hens and hogs,
Delightful treat for rats and dogs.
Eat them up in pork and beans,
Eat so much you split your seams,
Eat too much they'll fill your dreams,
Wake you up with sweats and screams.
Trample people to the ground,
When those hot dogs are around,
Fight and punch and kick and pound,
Just to munch those hot dogs down.
Quiet now, just one more bite,
Then put the hot dogs out of sight,
The bingeing's done now for the night,
The heartburn later on to fight.
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