Tarts in Towns.

[Rimeriter]

‘ Tarts In Towns ’

As we travel this country - Australia
and visit some cities and towns
we will seek out ‘Tarts’ in regalia.
They may not necessarily - be wearing gowns.

So far - those that we’ve met have been sweet ones
and have had a heart that is dark.
So just for your personal guidance
and also ; for a bit of a lark.

We intend to record the findings,
of all the’ Tarts ’ that we meet
But we do not expect to find one
that is not curvaciously complete.

Tradition dictates they be tiny
Petite - Well Rounded and Full
But if we find many that are not.
This rhyme may be sorrowful.

We will specialise in ‘ Tarts ‘ of Australia,
but originally from distant shores.
So the word that ends this rhyme line
should definitely give you pause,
to consider these dainty damsels
other than naming them whores.

Petite and Well Rounded we have said,
in an earlier section of verse.
Most are ; not easily fondled, others are more perverse.
Smooth and soft in appearance.
Garbed in different hues.
Most combine very plain colours.
Not yet have we seen matching blues.

Pink and white is quite common,
but certainly not first preference
Brown and white is a standard
that should be treated with deference.

In around Goulburn, Yass and Albury
they seemed to be in disorder.
On then into Wodonga,
which is just across the border.
The standard was not a high one
and let this be a lesson,
when you finally cross state boundaries,
do not expect ‘Tarts’ to be in procession.

They do not reach a higher standard,
of purity poise and elegance.
Because a government dictated boundary line
simply does not have any relevance.

‘ Tarts ’ will be ‘Tarts’ wherever they lay
in Victoria or New South Wales,
it seems most to matter, is the origin ;
the country from which she hails.

We travelled on through Cobram
and villages in between,
crissing and crossing the Murray,
until Moama and Echuca were seen.

Headed down south to Bendigo, and on to Ballarat.
Visited many venues, where ‘ Tarts ‘ in their finery sat.
Along the great Southern Ocean Road
to a tiny town -- Killarney.
Where ‘ Tarts ‘ were garbed in green and green
and ‘ oorish ‘ folk spoke the “ blarney “.

Then North until we reached Swan Hill,
whilst we looked thither and yon,
and nary a titillating ‘ Tart ‘ was found,
suitable to fill the bill.

As we have yet to establish the origin.
where ‘Neenish’ were first prepared,
by a country cook or an hotel chef,
or indeed in the house of a Laird.

But what we can say
that up to this day
the best has been Oberon.

(c).Rimeriter. 4/98. Revised and
Translated from Writenow 22/10/07.

[Dennis N O'Brien]

I must stop eating fruity tarts
For they cause lots of fruity burps.

[Neville Briggs]

Sorry JIm, I found it a bit laboured to get to the point. Short and sweet I think would get that one done better.

[Rimeriter]

Dennis, Neenish are not fruity. Just creamy and marvellous.
Try them at Oberon during your travels.

Neville, "thanks" for your feedback.
Try the trip.
Ignore the Tarts.
Because if like Dennis
you may get the f@#%$.

"onya" fellas.
Jim.

[Zondrae]

g/day Jim,


you started well but hit some big speed bumps round stanza five. It is true that the country folk are a bit slower than city types but they don't need an extra line or two to complete their stanzas. After that you began staggering all over the place. Was there free beer on with dinner? and as for the final stanza... well it, with just three lines, really left something to be desired.

[Rimeriter]

"Thanks" Zondrae.

Did you enjoy the trip ?

Jim.

[Bob Pacey]

Interesting style you have Jim.


Keep on keeping on mate .



Cheers Bob.

I could give ya a few tips but then I'd have to kill ya LOL

[Rimeriter]

HELP !! HELP !!

Death is coming to me at breakneck speed.
Winning prizes I do not need.

I think 'em up then write 'em down
causing some to wear a frown.

I've been having fun throughout the years
without frowns or without tears,
gettin' published just here 'n there,
too late now for me to despair.

I'm really livin' with nary a care.

(c). Rimeriter.
23/8/12.


We have justly enjoyed our trippin' n' trekkin'
with very little - "What the heckin' "