THE POET FROM THE PUB - WRITTEN WITH NO MALICE INTENDED I’D LIKE TO TELL THE STORY OF A BLOKE WELL-KNOWN TO ME WHO INSISTS TOOWOOMBA GIRLS AREN’T WHAT THEY’RE QUACKED UP TO BE AND OF COURSE HE SHOWS A PICTURE OF A HALF A DOZEN DUCKS I THINK THIS YOBBO FROM THE BUSH JUST TRIES TO PUSH HIS LUCK! HE HAS A WILD IMAGINATION AND HE WRITES DOWN WHAT HE THINKS WHILST CONSUMING WILD TURKEY AND OTHER BOURBON DRINKS SO WHAT HE PUTS ON PAPER CAN BE TREATED LIKE A JOKE IT’S JUST INEBRIATED DREAMING FROM A POOR ILLITERATE BLOKE. I’M NOT SAYING THAT HE’S WORTHLESS - FOR HIS JARGON FROM THE SCRUB IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED BY THE PATRONS FROM THE PUB. THEY LOVE HIS SOUR HUMOUR AND HIS SMART SARCASTIC WAYS AND HE LOVES THEIR FULL ATTENTION THOUGH HE’S SEEN MUCH BETTER DAYS I ACKNOWLEDGE HE IS A MAN’S MAN AS I TAKE HIS CASE IN HAND. THE LANGUAGE THAT HE USES, IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND FOR FISHING, DRINKING, FISHING, DRINKING DOMINATE HIS LIFE AND HIS WILD DISTORTED TURKEY DREAMS, GET HIM INTO STRIFE. WE ALL STILL LOVE HIM, EVEN THOUGH WE THINK HE’S WEIRD FOR GOING INCOGNITO BEHIND THAT BUSHY FULL MOP BEARD. AND HIDDEN IN HIS TEE SHIRT THERE BEATS A HEART OF GOLD. BUT HIS BRAIN IS FULL OF EVIL AND THE DEVIL HOLDS THE MOULD. Bill Charlton c 2015
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 23:21:08 +0000
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