Thursday, January 24, 2013

My Old Australia Day - A Poem


It's a purple, dusky sky, with the hot air drying clothes on the hoist,
Mum's dinner's on the barbie, with the lamb roast looking moist.

Us kids are done playing cricket, with Gramps behind the stumps,
I bowled bouncers at my brother, now I'm laughing at his lumps.

The grass is crying from the heat, it needs to get some water on it,
The sprinkler would work better if my little brother would get off it.

The yell goes out "Come get it!", time to dig in to our grub,
But Mum has overcooked it and Dad's dreaming of his pub.

But I still scoff down my meal, on another Aussie Day.
And remind my Pop of his bad jokes like any other day.

But then says Pop "Hey what you get crossin' an Elephant with a Roo?"
"Big holes across Australia" I say, "You need jokes that are new!"

The mozzies start to bite from that river out the back.
You know the night is over when they all start to attack.

The sky is still that purple, dusky sky when night is dry.
There's nothing like the sight, past them gum trees, to the sky.

Bring all the fam into the house to have a drink infront the telly.
An Aussie Day kept in my mind, in my heart and in my belly.




- tork


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Dale Trevor · 635 weeks ago

One good poem deserves another

Advance Australia Where? -D.Trevor

Old squatter Joe got struck to the ground
The wind it turned him round and round
The final zap caplunck poweee!
He slipped right out of 1893

For minutes now he seemed really Lost
It wasnt drought or flood or frost
Not knowing where he'd really been
He landed here in 2 - 13

He left the slab hut to do things "my way"
Only to see a bitumen highway
He shook his head and cried out loud
I had a track now Ive got a crowd!

Undaunted by the travelling mob
He grabbed his axe to do the job
For years now he'd cut down trees
for house and grass and fire and ease

You cant do that! said the council inspector
As he looked around he thought "Trifector!"
He noted dwellings dams and bones
And soon got on His mobile phone.

Now see here now you renegade Joe
Theres lots of things you need to know
You cant build here -there are building codes
These dams and animals have to go

With a look of glee he snapped his phone
And began to talk of plans and zones
Then looking around he saw the mine
And started to think of the massive fines

Dont you know old Joe this will cost you lots
You better get on and fix the lot
In three more days you'll get an order
To fix the mine, the house and border

And just to make sure all is clean today
You'll get a visit from the EPA
You cant kill animals on your land
Nor move the dirt or clay or sand

And that old outhouse has to go
You need a sewer now you know!
Joe looked at him as tho he was a nutter
as he babled about rooves and downpipes and gutter

Ive looked up your file and your tempting fate
I cant see a record that you've ever paid rates!
This isnt the past mate we're all modern now
Just make sure you don't sell that milk from the cow

Get up with the times mate and build a decent house
Get a job and a builder thats using your nouse!
Then you'll be sure you meet regulation
Joe thought that sounded like constipation

So off went Joe to get a good job
He thought it was time to earn a few bob
When payday come round he had to face facts
That a third of his pay had gone in some TAX

Was this some big joke so terrible and mean
But he finally woke and found it a dream
Be careful thought Joe lets make a good Land
Let freedom abound now aint that so grand.

(personal income tax was not paid by any private individual in Australia until WW1 up until then corporations paid for it -reversed eh!)

Wake up Australia -yes we love it -but we could live with heaps less government intervention and regulation. Government is here to serve us -not for us to serve them -borrow less and spend wisely!

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