ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Not much good Maureen, but I had to have a go, even at the last minute.

I'S A SAD, SAD, SAD, WORLD.

Bill Haley rocked around the clock
and Buddy Holly's heart beat
in days when Southern Chapel song
got fried in Elvis' heat.

And even in Australia
where bodgies still wore ties,
our Johnny "Wild One " shook, to shout
up rebels on the rise.

It's six o'clock, uh huh, uh huh,
( they thought it poetry )
They screamed and cried;
shake, baby, shake.
Rock rocked, and music died.

Good on you Neville - it rocked my socks off and love the mention of JOK as well - Well done - going to share it to our FB page.

On facebook goodness.. thanks Maureen.

I can just see you in one of those swirly skirts with the white socks.

and one of those rope petticoats underneath it Neville - actually I was more of a surfie chick, bleached blonde hair and a suntan

J O'K.........................Swoon!

So Maureen you're more the blonde headed wompy stompy real gone surfer girl.


Oh Wendy, don't do it .