Collaboration for Mad Mare

[the mad mare]

I'm here Irene, I'm busy though,
'cos someone's got to feed this show -
I've put out cakes and samboy chips,
some mini quiche and cobb loaf dips.

I've gotta go, so much to do!
Did someone say they need the loo?
"It's down the hall and to the right ..."
yeah sure, you all can stay the night!"

I'm running like a chook on fire -
the rubbish bin is getting higher.
The washing up is getting deep -
I think I heard the timer beep!

I've gotta go, I've gotta go -
the garlic bread just burned you know.
But that's OK, I've got heaps more ...
and WHO SQUASHED PIZZA ON THE FLOOR???






This is fun, hey?  Can't complain about being bored now, can I?

[the mad mare]

What's that Irene?  Is Glenny here?
Well, quickly - let her in my dear!
Gidday there croc - just slither in
and join our happy, noisy din.

We've missed you both, we're glad your back,
hey, what's that in your esky pack?
Kahlua!  That's my fav'rite drink -
just leave those dishes in the sink!






Glenny and croc, we'd love you to join in under your own power instead of going via Irene.  Everyone has missed you and our little poetry party is the ideal time to get back into the swing of things - come on, join the party!

[zondrae]

Appearing in a corner, as if just from thin air
is Campbell 'Swaggie' Irving on his  way to - who knows where.
He heard about the party from somebody or other
and thought he'd come and warm us with 'Spiritual Earth Mother'.

[zondrae]

It's not really a party til someone plays the clown
and we were really privileged 'cause Greg North was in town.
With 15 different hats, at least, contained in his suit case
a classic entertainer, perfect accents, rubbery face.

[zondrae]

Then as the night went on and we all had a bit to drink
the girls met in the kitchen and all gathered by the sink.
Then Zondrae got all teary and asked them all 'Why Me'?
..it all began a while ago, and damn that apple tree!


(now Kym..it is up to you to write the final stanza. I promise I'm not doing any more, although I can still think of a few.)

[Irene]

Zondrae,
I'm impressed!!!  You've kept that poem flowing really well, while some of us have been a little slacker!!!

Kym has gone away for the weekend - somewhere alongside a beach ??- for her daughters formal. You will have to make sure she finishes the poem when she gets back!! Sounds like it is going to take an interesting turn! Apple Tree??? Tell us more!!!

Catchya
Irene

[the grey]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

'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.

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.

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!

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'.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

I'm here Irene, I'm busy though,
'cos someone's got to feed this show -
I've put out cakes and samboy chips,
some mini quiche and cobb loaf dips.

I've gotta go, so much to do!
Did someone say they need the loo?
"It's down the hall and to the right ..."
yeah sure, you all can stay the night!"

I'm running like a chook on fire -
the rubbish bin is getting higher.
The washing up is getting deep -
I think I heard the timer beep!

I've gotta go, I've gotta go -
the garlic bread just burned you know.
But that's OK, I've got heaps more ...
and WHO SQUASHED PIZZA ON THE FLOOR???

What's that Irene?  Is Glenny here?
Well, quickly - let her in my dear!
Gidday there croc - just slither in
and join our happy, noisy din.

We've missed you both, we're glad your back,
hey, what's that in your esky pack?
Kahlua!  That's my fav'rite drink -
just leave those dishes in the sink!

Appearing in a corner, as if just from thin air
is Campbell 'Swaggie' Irving on his  way to - who knows where.
He heard about the party from somebody or other
and thought he'd come and warm us with 'Spiritual Earth Mother'.

It's not really a party til someone plays the clown
and we were really privileged 'cause Greg North was in town.
With 15 different hats, at least, contained in his suit case
a classic entertainer, perfect accents, rubbery face.

Then as the night went on and we all had a bit to drink
the girls met in the kitchen and all gathered by the sink.
Then Zondrae got all teary and asked them all 'Why Me'?
..it all began a while ago, and damn that apple tree!

[the grey]

Now if we were getting a penny a line like old Archibald paid Lawson we could buy another slab.

Merv