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
Categories:
yair, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Gravity
With gravitys help I’m not left on the shelf,
Just a nong on the left side of might (dummy)
undies don’t wear, helps the growth, not the hair,
swinging precision, ol horse he says” yair, too right,”
the terrific heat in the Aussie land sweet,
means cooler in, ya just only strides, (pants)
cooler in fact, the blood flow does act,
a generous flow in my pride,
consider the word , of the freedom returned,
and gravity had to abide,
underwear rare, not the growth of the hair,
take gravity for a sweet ride,
sometime…
Don Johnson
Categories:
yair, adventure,
Form: Ballade
I am bored with Solitude
Don’t need no more of solitude
No need to walk alone
No need of blessings multitude
New Bessy please come home
To feed yourself in solitude
To bother not to care
Baked beans on toast the gratitude
Me dog does like em yair……(Aussie slang)
Motivate an move myself
To where a shiela lurks
To catch her eye the mission, else
It’s not going to work
Talk endless waffle to her then
Confuse her in my sight
Hypnotise her catch her once again
My eyes do hold her right
Don Johnson
Categories:
yair, adventure
Form: Rhyme