ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

The Endless Road

I walked along this endless road
until my legs were aching,
and then I found a horse and rode,
with all my insides shaking.
I reached a river, so I rowed
a boat across the water,
and then, refreshed, I boldly strode
beside a farmer’s daughter…
a winsome lass who bore a load
of apples she’d been picking,
but maybe that was simply code
for fruit that she’d been nicking.
I tried to woo her with an ode
in quite poetic language,
but she just said: “You little toad,”
then stole my peanut sanguage!
Again I strode and rode and rowed
until, alas, I found
this flamin’ bloody endless road
keeps going round and round!

© David C. 14/05/13

Love it David.

me too - especially the sanguage - got any spare?

Good on you David that is a hoot. Thanks for joining in.

Cheers

Maureen

Thanks, Heather.

Yes, Maureen, plenty of sanguages. Especially ham. They were invented by the Earl of Sanguage, who reputedly slipped a peasant between two slices of bread and discovered that the result was very tasty. Or was it a pheasant?

Cheers
David