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ncauser
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« Reply #1 on: February 22, 2008, 02:18:54 AM » |
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Hi ric. Sent this poem to john howard.i thought it may help him solve the countries water problems. I am still waiting for a reply.
Water.
There was anguish in the nation, when the word was spread around,
That the mighty Murray darling was bone dry.
Drought had hit the country, the worst we'd ever seen
There was not a drop of water from the sky.
Our fearless leader Johnny, said something must be done.
We can't blame global warming, or the blazing noonday sun.
We've have to get together friends, I've have a deal to make.
You'll have to all agree my friends, if you want a slice of cake.
All the tried and noted leaders, from the states so near and far.
Had mustered at the flagpole overnight.
For the polly's loved hard talking, when the ale was free to swill.
And a well-paid overnighter was in sight.
There was Peter from way up north, come down to have a chat
No better Polly ever had a go.
For few could talk against him, when his cholesterol was up.
He learnt a thing or two from Joe and Flo.
And one was there named Kevin, a new kid on the block
Said he was from Queensland, and born of farming stock.
Keen to upset Johnny before the crew were seated.
Kept yelling out , United “We won't be defeated.
And from the west and south they came, all keen to have their say.
And try and make a difference by the end of day.
Well Johnny made the deal real plain, those present felt the strain.
Ten Billion on the deck my friends, wont be water down the drain.
We'll fix our river systems, and make the water flow.
Pipe our irrigation, and make our pastures grow.
Twill be the best for all the nation, that you have ever seen.
And by the time we finish, the farmers will be keen.
Well Beattie spat the dummy, and Bracks just wanted more
Whilst all the rest just wandered back and forth across the floor.
We cant accept your offer John, our states will have no say.
And by the time your finished, Twill be us who'll have to pay.
“I'll run a pipe from outback, John! I'll drain the Diamentina.
I'll run it down the darling, John! And make our farmers keener.
Well Turnbull burst out laughing,”Pete” your a man that can't be trusted.
You've been in the scrub so long, We think your brains been dusted.
I think we all should recognize, said Rudd, the strength of Peter Beattie.
We would not be here today, if you'd had signed the blessed treaty.
Global warming is our nemesis, that looms above our head.
If we don't change our ways today, we might as well dead.
Then from the blue a voice rang out, that echoed through the hall.
“You white fella,bugger up this land” through greed its plain too see.
“Let us blacks now fix this mess, to save the Boab Tree.
I have a plan to fix this mess, so leave it up too me.
Mundine's the name I go by, I'm related to “The Man”
I'm here today to tell you, blacks spirits are at hand.
We'll get a roll of Polly pipe, and throw it in the Ord.
And suck some water right down south, a thing we can afford.
We'll cross the Sandy desert, and down past Ularu.
Skirt the Musgrave ranges, depending on the view.
Hop across to Oodnadatta, and down past Coopers creek.
Cross the line near Broken Hill, it will take about a week.
This come from Korri spirits, a black snake across the land.
And in outer orbit, you will see it in the sand.
By the time it hits the Darling, Twill hot hot enough to stew.
A Kanga, an Emu, or make a cup of brew.
John thanked all for coming, their suggestions he would comb.
Wandered off to find a flight, and a cup of tea back home.
No doubts lingered in his mind ,This was a sorry state!
And Twas up to him to fix it, before it was too late.
And down at Kirribilli, where the bottle-brush and palms.
Sweep and sway in the breezes, and the rolling lawns,
Glimmer in the noon day sun.
John Howard sits and ponders, a better way of life.
Whilst the Labour boys in Canberra, reckons he's in strife.
Noel Causer
2007
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