Writing 201: Poetry; Day 9: Landscape, Found Poetry, Enumeratio


 Just a load of codswollip


G’day mate!

Ya look like a stunned mullet,
chucking a sickie ?

Came a bit of a gutser there
jobs down the gurgler
I’m buggered, broke and bewildered
was sprung gabbin on the dog and bone
in my bag of fruit

fits like a bum in a bucket
me face full of fungus
was as welcome as a beer in Kindergarten

the mug boss was full as a goog
chucked a fair dinkum wobbly
did his bloody block
gave me the bloody bullet

Bugger me dead!
what a load of old cobblers
ya got the rough end of the pineapple cobber
ya bloods worth bottling mate

Talk about the lucky country
we’re stuck in the middle of bloody Woop-Woop
dry as a bulls bum going up a hill backwards
dig a hole and bury me mate, it just don’t get better than this!

Wanta wet ya whistle?

Na, better hit the frog ‘n toad
go home to the ball and chain and billy lids
between you me and the gatepost..
she’s in the pudding club again

Strewth; fair suck of the sav
don’t come the raw prawn with me mate!
yer gotta be pulling me chain

Na ridgy-didge

What do you think it is, Bushweek?

Get off yer bloody high horse mate
I need this like a motorbike needs a bloody ashtray

You’ve got two chances in hell mate: Buckley’s and none

Fair dinkum mate a bloke’s buggered
ya can’t have one foot either side of the fence if it’s made from barbed wire.

hooroo I’m off like a bucket of prawns in the hot sun

Hooroo mate good luck.