W/E/26-4 -16 FRED THE LEGEND
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 10:19 am
Fred the Legend
He was a legendary bloke, who sometimes crossed the line,
a Bundy drinking chain smoking very good mate of mine.
He lived out on the goldfields and had earned some doubtful fame,
as wild and unpredictable - I liked him just the same.
A dynamic sort of showman who kept us all amused,
but caused a few red faces with the language that he used.
For swearing was his forte, and he practiced every day,
and didn’t care who listened when he gave a verbal spray.
Fist fighting was his hobby and they called him king of swing,
you never bothered arguing when talking to the king.
Despite his reputation he’s a decent sort of bloke,
who’d offer you a dollar if you happened to be broke.
He had a high pitched voice and loved to give a song a try,
though sounded like a broken down soprano in July.
But nothing would deter him there from singing all the hits;
we never dared to tell him that he really was the pits. (or something like that)
Fred really was a tough bloke as some memories attest,
although - he never would drink water – alcohol was best.
I haven’t seen him now for years; he’s disappeared from sight,
no doubt he’s drinking Bundy in a pub still every night.
© T.E. Piggott
He was a legendary bloke, who sometimes crossed the line,
a Bundy drinking chain smoking very good mate of mine.
He lived out on the goldfields and had earned some doubtful fame,
as wild and unpredictable - I liked him just the same.
A dynamic sort of showman who kept us all amused,
but caused a few red faces with the language that he used.
For swearing was his forte, and he practiced every day,
and didn’t care who listened when he gave a verbal spray.
Fist fighting was his hobby and they called him king of swing,
you never bothered arguing when talking to the king.
Despite his reputation he’s a decent sort of bloke,
who’d offer you a dollar if you happened to be broke.
He had a high pitched voice and loved to give a song a try,
though sounded like a broken down soprano in July.
But nothing would deter him there from singing all the hits;
we never dared to tell him that he really was the pits. (or something like that)
Fred really was a tough bloke as some memories attest,
although - he never would drink water – alcohol was best.
I haven’t seen him now for years; he’s disappeared from sight,
no doubt he’s drinking Bundy in a pub still every night.
© T.E. Piggott