Category: Poetry

If you have been around the showground, In the days now gone and went, I am sure your memory will recall, The old time Boxing, Tent. They turned up at your local show, Featured boxers from the past, And starry eyed young Koori...

I could barely ride a horse, And that became the source, Of the terrifying course the day would take, The boss said to ride around a bit, Showed me how to mount and sit, But, he told me bugger all about the snake. So, me and the...

The year was forty-four, near the end of the Second World War, There were many things we learnt to do without, There was one particular can, we didn’t want in our tiny hands And it contained the dreaded Brussels Sprout ....