Tucker Out Poems - Poems about Tucker Out

Can It, Aussie Style - Antipodean, Not European

It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: In the Case of Tommy Tucker

Why did little Tommy Tucker
Have to sing for his supper?
Did he stammer and stutter
To merit just bread and butter?
And what miscreant oaf
Would then give him a loaf
But nary a knife to cut through it?
Didn't Tom have enough strife
In his life with no wife,
Or did fat spread on starch
Help him chew it?

The Trials of Tommy Tucker

Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.

Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning,
That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming.

But, as it wasn't enough to pay his

The Pirate Tucker

A pirate I knew named Tucker
Was quite a gullible sucker
I mixed his rum with a lime
I said " It'll would taste fine"
So now, He’s a drunken old pucker

Tucker Short

The biggest boy in all the school
Was Charlie Bull, who was no fool!
All the pupils knew the truth,
This bully was just so uncouth. 

Every day he had to fight,
He’d bust your nose just for spite.
But nobody could have ever guessed
Why Friday would have been so blessed.

Tucker Short was on his way
To ‘Green Boys High’ that

Tucker

Tucker is our eighty pound Dogo 
Argentino family pet.

Under foot is where he lays.

Creeping into the kitchen at the 
smell of food; hoping, if he’s lucky
he’ll get a crumb, or two.

Keeps me tripping; he’s leading, 
then he abruptly stops, to see if 
you are still behind.

Evening and morning; you see 
two shadows, one is mine,

The Tucker

A puzzle piece gets tucked away
Inside a resting boot
And Henry, who's the tucker,
Finds this type of thing a hoot.

A book is likewise hidden
In a laundry pail or drawer
Where, if someone isn't watching,
We won't find it anymore.

This hide and seek's adorable
Though it comes with a cost,
For it's just a stroke of luck so far
That nothing has

Yucky Chucky Tucker

Yucky Chucky Tucker

Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be,
he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth.
Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air,
and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair.
His hands were always dirty cause he played with stinky worms,
he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid

Little Tommy Tucker

You heard about old Tommy Tucker
To me, he’s a real nyuk-nyuker
For he’d make me laugh
When he chugged half & half
And then through his nose he’d up-chucker

Aussie Drover's Tucker

	Russell Sivey
Contest Name	Good Luck Meal 

Aussie Drover’s  tucker

Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper,   (camp oven bread)
 with a drop of tomato sauce,
Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals,
In kidney fat of course,
A billy full of Bushels

Tucker Time

Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows 
If they keep this up, we will really come to blows
Its tucker time, and they’re all impatient for a feed
Can’t they that big sign I’m working ever read

Now Ginger’s nudging me with his cute little nose 
Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows
I’m fed up to

Bore Drain Tucker

Bore drain tucker   (stock water channel, cross country from an Artesian bore)

Waiting for a feed on the old bore drain,   
Maybe, might not ever rain?
Have me 4 gallon tin full of holes,
To let ole shrimp in,
Or crayfish sweet n old.

Bit of old meat, tied in the tin,
Come on lobby, just jump

Marshall Tucker

you're my solid rock
*i'll always be writing lines
real deal man of steel

my dream lover true
*i'll always be singing rhymes 
about love ov e

above few lines robbed
from youth never forgotten
just as hot today

Old Tucker Brown

Old tucker brown wanted to
Go fishing,
He sat and planned his day
Of activity,
He got his fishing gear, with
His rubber boots in hand,
“Oh my gosh”
It is pouring cats and dogs,
Maybe a Cadillac,
One……
At the most, do not know the
Color…
For the clouds were so very
Black..
Well,
At least he thought it was,
You could see his anticipation
As he looked out the window
The

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