ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Cor you lot ya killing off all me boomers take care six of em are white ya know.
And ya know whos coming looking at whos naughty or nice.

TTFN .

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

Hope that doesn't upset the horse lover's too much - TP

PS I could be in Trouble, I Just saw Irene's name appear

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

Then an eating place sprang up with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only the best of Crocodile and Kangaroo.
Side dishes were baked Goanna or Possum stew.
ZK

g'day Terry,

It's Kym who may be thinking of kneecapping you.

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on with problems he must face.
He went and got a permit and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow, although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on with problems he must face.
He went and got a permit and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow, although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on with problems he must face.
He went and got a permit and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow, although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on with problems he must face.
He went and got a permit and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow, although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

But soon he wearied of this lark and headed bush once more
and promised he’d come back, a fitter man for sure.
His wife began to worry after he’d been gone awhile,
then back he came again, a big grin on his dial.
TP