Aussie Sheilas – Definitely NOT an Entry!!
That I’ve chosen such a topic should not come as a surprise
for some sheilas, like most ozzie things, acquire amazing size!
In fact, the Ozzies claim that everything of theirs is bigger,
which you readily will figure if you ask the average digger.
In this authentic picture, those six sheilas could be nuns,
(you possibly can tell from their extraordinary buns).
Perhaps they’re just about to bathe themselves in holy water
to wash away the sins of doing what nuns didn’t oughter.
I have to say that not all Aussie sheilas are religious;
some work in occupations not regarded as prestigious.
Though sex-for-sale most everywhere’s a thriving industry,
the visitor should not assume the great majority
of sheilas are engaged in what is called ‘the oldest trade’
(although it’s hard to find one over twenty still a maid!)
In Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide or Brisbane by the sea,
and even Perth or Darwin, sheilas roam extensively..
I well remember one day when, while strolling down “The Cross”,
(my wife had ducked inside some shop and I was at a loss,)
this sheila, in a low-cut top there, leaning in the sun
against a sports car, asked me if I’d “like a bit of fun”.
Her figure was quite stunning, though her face was rather hard,
so, for a bit of fun, I asked her: “Do you take Bankcard?”
Immediately she hauled her youthful arse off from the car
and, in a tender voice, she answered me: “Fuck off Grandpa!!”.
From her retort, I took it that she was not then available
on credit, but her favours for strict cash alone, were saleable.
Well, suddenly, this muscled bloke, corks dangling from his hat,
came up and kissed her, climbed behind the wheel, and that was that!
When my wife rejoined me (as she always does, eventually),
she asked: “That guy who just drove off – who was it? Did you see?
You should’ve recognised him by his knife!” Well, bugger me!
To think I’d nearly argy barged with Crocodile Dundee!
But coming back to sheilas, I must mention my grandawts
and other Aussie dames I know who’re really bonza sorts
what do enjoy a bit of fun n' are dinkum true blue sports,
looking bloody bobby dazzlers in bikini bras an’ shorts.
Some Aussie males don’t give them the attention they expect
although, I have to say, they’re mostly treated with respect.
I’ve even seen smooth bastards rushing up to open doors
and it’s not uncommon, nowadays, to find men sharing chores!
The average Aussie sheila laughs and jokes and often swears.
For humour, wit and comeliness, she has no earthly peers
and, if she puts her shapely ankles up behind her ears,
the blokes will sometimes, momentarily, forsake their beers.
Oz sheilas have, since World War II, become emancipated,
no longer to the nursery or kitchen relegated.
Could rugger fields and cricket pitches soon be dominated
by sheilas, bursting at the seams, to show they’re liberated?
Hugh R. April 17th. 2007.
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Their boobs look like they must hurts their backs. OUCH! LOL You, Hugh are something else! I mean that affectionately of course.
I could hardly read the poem for the picture. Take that off so we can enjoy your words. LOL
LOVE YOU ♥
Renee
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Dear Hugh,
Thankyou for adding me as colab.
BOY! What boobs they have, surely they can't be real?
What have I told you about going near NUNS?
and WOW! Fancy nearly taking crocodile Dundee's Sheila
OOHH BOOY.
Another beaut poem for the contest
Love Bea
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WOW Babe! These are certainly not REAL! How uncomfortable they must be, their backs must hurt and they are NOT attractive. But I love your poem Babe, it's a real corker.
Love Hine.
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Looking at women like those, is when I feel have to have what I have lol
Dad, those watermelons aren't gift from God
they are plasticine, a real boobs fraud
With one thing those women don't need to worry
they'll never drown, those boobs are able to floaty
But keep them away from barbwires, their tits might leak
and change from melons to old prunes, will be very freaky
With loves, tu hija Mari
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I'm gonna tell Edna to keep an eye on you, no telling what you'll do next just to get a peek (maybe more)at the local boobs and babes.
Be sure to follow my former advice and don't be taken in by the silicone jobs. I know YOU can't tell the difference but us women can.
Your poem here is sure a tell all expose' of the nuns and their boobs and buns.
A very funny piece, Hugh
Dee
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Wow
and double wow...those are not for real are they...but leave it to Hugh to find them if they are... I think you should win just for finding the biggest ones..
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WOW! What knockers
Dear Hugh,
WOW! another bonza non entry from you. HAHA Look at the size of those knockers! It's no wonder they can't stand up straight! NUN's you say. Hmmmmm Is that so that when they're on their knees and they happen to topple over it breaks their fall?
Thankyou for your great poem, it really gave me a good laugh.
Love Jenny.
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They don't look like women, they look like floating devices.
You make me want to visit Australia...just to watch, just to watch!
I'm all for women's lib, that means less I have to do.
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