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 on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Categories:
whingeing, food, fun, humorous, words,
Form: Rhyme
I play with the souls of men
From their births to their deaths
I play with the souls of men
I play with the souls of men
From their primitive laughter and
Lies i know the souls of all men
I play with the souls of men
From the time when they stop crying
And whingeing i play with their souls
I play with the souls of all men
A strong woman like me is forced by law
To kneel and please the evil hearts of men
I play witth the souls of your proud men
Who call me a dirty kaffir woman but when some
Bleed to death I must say I love these men
I play with the souls of your naive young men
I play with the evil hearts of their fathers and grandfathers
I am the guilty grandmother of guilt riddled men
Categories:
whingeing, africa, emotions, life, men,
Form: Villanelle