A bit of fun , I expect an Aussie will reply in kind. I hope so . :) THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.
Crating their webs , catching nasty fly's ,
More unhealthy than the rather nicer spider's ,
Small or big all welcome hear ,
Mind I'd not be so keen on spiders ,
If I lived in Australia ,
Red back's , funnel webs ,
The hunter dos not seem so bad ,
Just a bloody big bugger!!
So big , the Aussies I hear have one under each foot ,
Ride when they ride to hounds , the Aussie's ride their hunters ,
Too hunt the roo's ,
To hunt the roos , rather like the pomes ride to hound's ,
Fox hunting,
Dressed in yellow and green vest's bush hat with,
Dangling corks , thongs yellow and green
Slurping XXXX , from dainty mugs , with calls of '' she'll be right ''
'' Good day '' , ''strooth'' , and other expressive , Australian ,
And of course '' cober '' , now that's is from pome word , cobblers ,
As some may say this little poem is a load of cobblers ,
,
Now lets get back to me story , in verse , I have digresst as is my wont ,
While sat upon their hunters , like a choir , they burp and fart ,
Then it's off , they set upon their trusted hunters
Set fourth , or should it be eight ,
Some of course fall off , hence one over the eight ,
Hunting down the roos ,
Who calmly sit on the side knowing nothing will get that close
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-02-26 at 11:38
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I LIKE BRITISH SPIDERS BUT THE AUSSIE'S HAVE HUNTERS
I'd rather have my friendly British spiders ,Crating their webs , catching nasty fly's ,
More unhealthy than the rather nicer spider's ,
Small or big all welcome hear ,
Mind I'd not be so keen on spiders ,
If I lived in Australia ,
Red back's , funnel webs ,
The hunter dos not seem so bad ,
Just a bloody big bugger!!
So big , the Aussies I hear have one under each foot ,
Ride when they ride to hounds , the Aussie's ride their hunters ,
Too hunt the roo's ,
To hunt the roos , rather like the pomes ride to hound's ,
Fox hunting,
Dressed in yellow and green vest's bush hat with,
Dangling corks , thongs yellow and green
Slurping XXXX , from dainty mugs , with calls of '' she'll be right ''
'' Good day '' , ''strooth'' , and other expressive , Australian ,
And of course '' cober '' , now that's is from pome word , cobblers ,
As some may say this little poem is a load of cobblers ,
,
Now lets get back to me story , in verse , I have digresst as is my wont ,
While sat upon their hunters , like a choir , they burp and fart ,
Then it's off , they set upon their trusted hunters
Set fourth , or should it be eight ,
Some of course fall off , hence one over the eight ,
Hunting down the roos ,
Who calmly sit on the side knowing nothing will get that close
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 555 times
Written on 2010-02-26 at 11:38
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