Collaboration for Mad Mare

[the grey]

OK let's save poor Kym from mundane housework and write a stanza each.



My poor old mate Kym Eitel she's been getting bored they say
So rang a few bush poets and I said to them that day.
"Hey grab a slab and head for Kyms, a party's going down,
We have to cheer the mad mare up she's wearing one big frown.

[tomchap]

Bush poets came from everywhere, they heard Merv's desperate call
With food and drink and spoken verse, the whole crowd had a ball
And Kym was there rejoicing as the centre of attention.
A great time there - so if you're bored, you've only got to mention.

Tom.

[zondrae]

The grey one and the silver fox - sent out a call, it's true,
to all the online poets who might cheer a poet blue.
So each one tried to do our bit and offer up a line
I'll bring some chips and dips and snags and you can bring the wine.

alternate last line: I hope the others pen something that's much better than mine!

(please note correction to first line of my first post - thanks Kym)

[Irene]

The music started cranking and the drinks were flowing free
when Silver Fox decided to embark upon a spree
of rollicking, great aussie yarns and racing, rhyming verse
and soon there was a steady stream of poems quite diverse.

(Zondrae, leave the orignal final line in - sounds better)

[tomchap]

Now Manfred took his 'geetar' for some music and some song,
The Grey, he made up all his verse just as he went along,
And Zondrae spoke quite beautifully with metrical precision,
And Bernie, deep and meaningful-with-a-few-extra-syllables-because-there-was no time for revision.

The other Silver Fox.

[James]

Amid all this hilarity and sayings full of whit
There was no time to write a line or comment on it
Then the neighbours started whingeing about all the fun
So they got an invitation and came over at the run

[Irene]

Hey Tom
That was you I was talking about - 'Silver Fox' fitted nicely so you got the entertainment job!!!!   

Catchya
Irene

[tomchap]

'Twas Irene who suggested, in a burst of inspiration,
That Silver Fox should be up front and lead this celebration.
In spite of inexperience he thought he'd have a go,
But trying bluegrass on trombone, he nearly wrecked the show.

Silver Fox

[Irene]

But still we all appreciate his courage in the lead.
"Let's all join in and do our bit!' we heard this fellow plead.
So Merv got up to do his gig, and Zondrae volunteered
to do a few recitals as the poets loudly cheered.

[r. magnay]

But I was in the desert doing what I'm paid to do,
at a grubby little settlement that's known as Yuendamu.
I didn't know you had a bash for our old mate the mare,
you should'a told me earlier, I would'a made it there!

[zondrae]

Then Peeley did his 'Elvis' thing and stole the blinkin' show.
He's from the bush but he's no country bumpkin you should know.
He sang a bit and swung his hips and made the ladies shiver
then finished up his stage time with 'The Man From Snowy River'.

[zondrae]

Next to the mike Vic Jefferies - although he didn't need it.
His velvet voice could sooth wild beasts. He seems to keep it fit.
Reciting about mateship with his 'Bluey, Jack and Me'
then pushed his hat back on his head and had a cup of tea.

[zondrae]

And next Frank Daniel to the floor to spin a yarn or two.
He says himself, of lies he tells that only half are true.
Although I know that mostly, when he's talking of his youth,
the yarns he tells of farming days and wagging school are truth.

(someone stop me....please)

[Irene]

Don't anyone dare stop her!!! 
You're doing too well Zondrae!! Keep them coming. Bit puzzled about Kymbo though - where is she?!? She surely must have a stanza to insert!!!   

I know you have been asking about some friends of yours Zondrae - I have a stanza to be added to Kyms poem from them, and will see how successful I am at inserting a photo again!!


We woulda brought a stanza to our Kymmie’s birthday show
but here we both sit ostracised & euphemised you know.
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdurn"
and "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Wedderburn.     
 


So have a good one Kymmie, though we care more than a smidgen
we can only send our greetings via rural carrier pigeon.

[Irene]

Then someone talked Therese into reciting one of hers-
it seems it's not a happening that very oft' occurs.
She chose to tell that lovely pome from last months competition.
You'd have to say she did a most exceptional rendition.