Kaylx Days

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
True Story in rhyme, working for Kaylx, very good time.
seasonal work harvesting crop trials in West Australian wheat belt.
I use words that are more local to the story. Its a farmers story.

Submitted: May 17, 2011

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Submitted: May 17, 2011




day 1

On the first day we're at the shed sorting out our load,

by 12 o'clock we're loaded and rumbling down the road.

wouldn't of even been 5 k's out of town,

there are the misfit trio, it seems they've broken down.

One broken clutch, we leave them there,

oh bugger, forgot to load the beer

6 o'clock, its just our luck,

Its Kojonup were there.

day 2

On the second day we make some noise,  diesil powered toys,

800 plots, it feels like lots, thats us the Haldrup boys.

race back into town , try and catch the bar,

eat, talk shit, then soberly stumble to the car.

One trial left, we could've done,

if we brought along some beer.

7 o'clock its just our luck,

blame Kojonup if you care.

day 3

The third day is upon us, morning is fresh in the air

kick the Kenworth in the guts, its time to move on from here.

A different scene but still the same,

eat a fly for smoko, and work the day away.

Tonight is Simons birthday,

an exscuse to drink some beer.

now its after 9 o'clock,

we better get out of here.

day 4

The fourth is the same, no surprises here,

oh how I wish I'ld washed brekfast down with a beer.

one more move, load it up, kick it in the guts,

time to get out of this stubble, its giving us all cuts.

One trail to many, we shouldn't have done here,

got back into town to late and missed out on our beer.

10 o'clock, oh what the f#*k,

its time to go to bed.

day 5

fifth day we slack off, spend most of it on the road,

It takes forever to get somewhere with a completly sober load.

one more stop and thats the lot, its to late to head on home,

we'll stay the night at the pub and get lost in the foam.

tomorrow I will go home,  sometime late at night.

drink until its early, beer looks good in day light.

7 o'clock I forget everything,

As I hit the road again.

Rolling down the road

A quiet beer in my hand

Doing what it takes

To write our names across this land

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