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The Dunny Out the Back.

When I was a lad, we had a dunny out the back,
just a hundred feet away from the house,
down a little narrow track.
I never paid a call, as often as I should,
because upon  opening the door,
the smell, boy, was it good.
Once inside, it was cold, dark, and clammy,
sitting there with my parts all bared,
sent shivers up my tummy.
At night, with the blankets over my head,
I would give thanks, 
for the chamber pot, stowed under my bed.
Once, while in the toilet, in the rain,
a large spider, bit me on the leg,
jeepers, what a pain.
I was up, and out of there, as fast as I could run,
screaming, dad, dad, dad,
a bloody great spider, just bit me on the bum.
"Quiet, quiet, son" he said,
"you are making enough noise to wake the dead."
Now, when I am in the toilet, with its air conditioned heat,
sitting ensconced upon my china throne,
my mind drifts back to that old bush dunny, 
with its solid wooden seat.

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Beauty and the Beast

Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.
 
Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
nature is a tidal wave, washing every thing ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.

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Seasons Come and Seasons Go

Seasons come, and seasons go,
before you know it, your old, and slow.
Your hair is grey, and your eyes are dim,
the teeth are  gone, and you have a double chin.
You only hear half of what is said,
in the night you are up two or three times, from your bed.
On awakening you feel not to bad,
but when you move, suddenly parts begin to ache,
that you never even knew you had.
It is such a bind this old age game,
why cant one just reach a certain age,
say twenty five, then just remain the same.

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Concorde

CONCORDE

Across the Atlantic, 
the Concorde did streak,
for thirty years, 
she was the pride of the fleet.
A luxurious, fast flight, 
that only the rich could enjoy,
for the ordinary traveler,
a very expensive toy.

Alas now the Concorde is no more,
as fuel costs, and excessive noise,
finally slammed shut the door.

Tango.

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The Mutiny

Captain Bligh was his name,
he ruled his ship with an iron cane.
The Bounty was the ship,
sailing to Tahiti, via Cape Horn was the trip.
At Cape Horn, after tacking back and forth,
eastward, was set the course.
It was the long way round,
but they were still Tahiti bound.
After many long months at sea,
one morning the lookout shouted, "Tahiti."

Wine, women, and song for the crew,
it was a paradise, the like of which they never knew.

When the ship was fully laden with breadfruit trees,
once more the Bounty put to sea.
Three weeks later, the trees began to die,
"Give them the crews water", said captain Bligh.
The crew complained most bitterly,
"silence" said Bligh," or in the brig you will be."
Very early in the next morn,
the mutiny was born.
Over the side went Captain Bligh,
into the long boat, and left to die.

So back to Tahiti sailed the crew,
to the island paradise, that they loved and knew.
After more than a year of island bliss,
they decided, we had better get out of this.
For the British navy, will surely come,
then they will string us up, one, by one.
So once more the Bounty put to sea,
but this time the crew, took their families.
When Pitcairn Island came into view,
they said, "this is home, it will do."
Stripping the Bounty of everything of use,
she was set on fire with a fuse.
So if to Pitcairn Isle you go today,
the mutineers descendants, You will find, fishing in the bay.

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Olympic Games

The Olympics is where the worlds best,
athletes get together,
for the ultimate test.
Sixteen days, where young and old,
watch the contestants striving,
to gain a medal of gold.
All races, colours, and creeds, together as one,
forgetting all national differences,
by participating, and having fun.

 ~Tango~

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The Wind It Whispers

The Wind it Whispers

I listen to the wind as it whispers in my ear,
it is telling me, that even though you are far away,
in fact, you are very near.
over the mountains, and over the sea,
It has come, just to talk to me.

So to the wind I say,
go back, and tell her, that I love her,
more, and more, each day.
And one day soon, together we will be,
lovers, in each others arms,
for eternity. 

Tango

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Really Really Me

Really Really Me.

Today, tomorrow, we chase our dreams,
the grass is always greener,
on the other side, or so it seems.

There never seems to be enough time, 
to get things done.

Always rushing, here, there, on the run.
Then one day, in the mirror we look,
what do we see? 

Who is this person, staring back,
can this, really, really, be me?

Tango.

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Day Break

The moon hangs like a giant orb in the sky,
so the Morepork ends his plaintif cry.
As the new day begins,
cicadas begin their incessant din.
The rising sun turns the tree tops to a golden green,
It is dawn, truly a beautiful scene.

The Morepork is a New Zealand native owl.

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A Man With a Vision

There was a man who had a vision.
he saw a world without hate, 
or racial division.
Love thy neighbour,help the sick, 
was what he taught,
everyone is equal, give no favours, 
no more wars to be fought.
Miracles were performed, 
the hungry were fed,
the lame were able to walk, 
the blind no longer had to be led.

But alas, his dream for the world was not to be,
for the Romans took him,
and nailed him to a cross,
made from the wood of a tree.
So for two thousand years, 
the violence, and wars have continued on,
it's like a disease, 
handed down from father to son.
Perhaps the only time the world will know peace.
is when mans existence on this planet, 
comes to a cease.

~ Tango ~