our homework this week. Strewth its cold.
Strewth its Cold.
Travelling in the out back some people lose the plot
not used to the conditions and just cannot stand the hot.
When the temp is pushing forty five and that includes the shade
its time for the weary traveller to seek some outside aid.
You dip into the esky for a tinny only to find the beer ain't cold
The ice has long departed from around your Toohey's old.
In desperation you seek guidance from that Godly man above
No man should have to ware this curse when pushing comes to shove.
Near by they watched the scientists launching rockets into space
The hallowed name of Woomera had joined the science race.
The rockets were designed to pierce our outer stratosphere
Searching for the answers to our global warming fear.
The rockets launched would go straight up and disappear from sight
In half an hour back they'd come glowing in the night.
Scientific instruments would measure temperature and a dozen other things
All recorded for the well-being of our planets global rings.
For the all embracing bushman his mind kicked into gear
I wander what would happen if they sent up a slab of Toohey's beer.
They found a spot to hide their beer and sat back watch results
The rocket lumbered of the pad with their precious little moults.
On the dot in half and hour their precious load was coming home
floating back to mother earth for the science boys to comb
rushing forth we grabbed our specious slab of Toohey's old
And to our delight discovered every tin was freezing cold.
Ncauser © 2011
strewth its cold
Re: strewth its cold
Its a little bit weird when you get to my age how the mind thinks,but a man can't be expected to drink hot beer. also i need a spell checker, where's zondrae!
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Re: strewth its cold
Bit of imagination there noel.
I left a couple of cans of beer in the freezer by mistake once, they swelled up and burst. probably what you would get if you launched cans into the stratosphere.
Check out Kym's plastic bottle.


Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.