Short Bludger Poems

angelic kisses from the missus,
no it wasn't she?
bludger had some spiky whiskas
awful bugger werent a 4 me,
watch out for dem shirt-tail  lifters,
bugger off stop bugging me...

re: 'sweet nothings' Dave Williams...

good on ya mate.....Don

love is sweet, but incomplete,
 if ya strike a gal 
with whiskers neat:(...

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As ye sow, 
you get the maybe corn, 
and reap,
the stinking  uncooked prawn,
cos ye n me are slack ....

ones deed comes up to speed ,
like car on the racing track,
it comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack,
why the silly bludger always bleeds,
elementary, it talks back....

Don...

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diving off the old black stump,
suiciding 4 the ground,
bloody cattle dog, is a biting me,
bringing about just half a frown,

6 feet down ought ta do it,
break me neck, get hammered ears,
off me rear you cattle bludger,
best 4 flying, don't intefere  

uh oh im flying skimming,
wonder here bout me women,
kerlunk....aint a grinning....
the pancake punch....
bad headache, whats 4 lunch....

thanks Anthony Nutter

Don...

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Little chant for ya...

bloody ciggie takes me breath,
the stinker comes between,
nicotene pfinger pokes ,
me dad is dead it means,
dont get so dead   ice-scream.....
suck slack tobacco is the joke,

says the man from nicotene....

chant it babe........Don

~got to have a hobby hey,
suck a ciggie all the day,
 reaper waits for the END of play,
dodge the bludger if you may :{-~

GOOD ON YA MATE:}

THANKS 2 JOHN L........

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Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall, 
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
 who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee, 
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,  
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”   

Don Johnson

i have this affect on women.......

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