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Crikie Mate!

Poetry By: willow brook

and again a poem with Australian slang...enjoy! :)

Submitted:Jul 15, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Time to tear down this old house,
and build a bloody new one.
Timbers loose the spouting gone to rust,
And the flaming gutters are bloody glued on!
I draw a plan on paper and then my wife points out,
It hasn't got a pantry or en-suite she pouts.
So I add a bloody pantry, just to shut her up,
And then she polity tells me, she's up the bloody duff.
Well the plans went out the window,
and I drew more up to suit.
When bugger-me-dead out of the blue,
stood a bloke in a yellow suit
He said "dear sir I believe I am your new neighbor,
And wondered if you could so kindly,
keep the noise down in the mornings as a favor".

'Bloody hell mate", I said, "You've got to be joking'
Buy some bloody headphones before ya get a soaking"
Well he turned around with his nose in the air
so I put my mind to working, without a bloody care.
Four kids and now, another on the way
Oh! god forgive me I should learn to put my prick away.
-written by Robyn brown


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