ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

MEASURE FOR MEASURE

It's a warm, moonless, calm summer night
and the prawns should be on the run.
See their bright little beady eyes !
scoop them up in the net everyone.

When we cook them and shell them just right
what a sweet juicy treat we'll eat,
with a bag of hot chips and a beer
it's the life that is hard to beat.

Once, a bloke fell and drowned in the lake,
and his corpse ended up quite trim.
I suppose it was fair exchange;
for the prawns had been feasting on him.

sounds fair Neville - at the end of the day we are after all just part of the food chain.....like the quirkiness of this one

Cheers

Maureen

C D crab man ! C D crab man !

Yeah man I can C their B D I's


Bob

G'day Maureen, Bob