A little boy with a great big can
He gets his booze from his silly old nan
She has a stash of beer and smoke
And likes to give the roo a toke.
Now Nan's been around 100 years
And brewed a thousand different beers
She flogs it off to the local school
Two cans for lunch is the general rule.
The kangaroo that's on the couch
Keeps her mull stuffed in her pouch
The kangaroo doesn't do much wrong
But man it's funny when she packs a bong.
The kid with the can doesn't look to bright
An IQ of ten would be about right
He's drinking beer, I really don't care
But bloody hell! Who cut his hair?
His wayward mum's a right old scrubber
Why the hell didn't dad put on that rubber
This kid will grow up to be a loser
Just like his nan, the old aged boozer.
See that room off to the right?
That's where Skippy spends Friday night
Clancy and Sonny rock up about nine
Man that hooch smokes up real fine.
I'd like to end this with a rhyme
Because this poem has done it's time
But the only word to rhyme with Australia
Sums up these two. Utter Failure!
He gets his booze from his silly old nan
She has a stash of beer and smoke
And likes to give the roo a toke.
Now Nan's been around 100 years
And brewed a thousand different beers
She flogs it off to the local school
Two cans for lunch is the general rule.
The kangaroo that's on the couch
Keeps her mull stuffed in her pouch
The kangaroo doesn't do much wrong
But man it's funny when she packs a bong.
The kid with the can doesn't look to bright
An IQ of ten would be about right
He's drinking beer, I really don't care
But bloody hell! Who cut his hair?
His wayward mum's a right old scrubber
Why the hell didn't dad put on that rubber
This kid will grow up to be a loser
Just like his nan, the old aged boozer.
See that room off to the right?
That's where Skippy spends Friday night
Clancy and Sonny rock up about nine
Man that hooch smokes up real fine.
I'd like to end this with a rhyme
Because this poem has done it's time
But the only word to rhyme with Australia
Sums up these two. Utter Failure!
Author notes
Reminds me of my childhood in Elizabeth, South Oz.
A contest entry
- COME ON AUSSIES ~ LETS SEE WHATCHA GOT ! ! by YoursTrulyJulie.
2000 points, ended June 1, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Now that was just strange lol you picked on the Skip mister and he was trying to cut back. I always wondered if the chopper pilot screwed Clancy she was such a bush pig
well the things you see in the eastern states. In the West we just use Bilby's as peter heaters and they don't need to be drunk.


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Thanks for the chuckle. Very humourous. I can see why it got a gold. Very good.


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Now this is good, seriously good. You must be a creative genius.


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Oh My GOODNESS this is absolutely amazing. I loved every single line of it. Brilliant work of art. David you ROCK!! excellent.


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Ha ha !!!!

I enjoyed this poem...very clever and funny.
Great rhyme and flow, and a wonderful take on the prompt.
Very well done.
All the best in the contest.


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Cheers.
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