ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

The clean up after the big storms in SE Queensland in February 2012 continues.



DON’T MESS WITH THE GIRLS

She travelled through Pomona and on into Cooroy
tore up the bitumen from roads just like a cardboard toy.
Ripped off roofs and fences, drenched the lot with rain
all in all this storm girl was a monumental pain.

She came out of nowhere – her dress gothic and dark.
No time for any one in town to go and build an ark.
She ripped and tore and tumbled - lit up the sky and grumbled
flooded creeks and all around the hills of Cooroy rumbled.

Off to the Chinese restaurant, to order take away
she absconded with their roof – and never stopped to pay.
At Noosa she went shopping, flooded out Big W’s stores
a new concept on summer sales – don’t think they’re wanting more .

Then the swollen Mary river once more vandalized the town
of Gympie, she was really getting dirty getting down.
Caring not a jot for highways and even less for cars.
Overruled at football fields and snuck into the bars.

She visited the Gympie Cats and their nice clubhouse trashed
then bowled in the Gympie cricket club, and all their wickets smashed.
Mary is capricious, she dances, writhes and twists,
she captures many with her dance but those she missed aren’t miffed.

Deep creek got even deeper, and on Telstra she then called.
Kidd bridge thought she was kidding but that thought she overruled.
The bridge at Amamoor creek could not her waters apprehend,
the locals now were wondering when this torment would end.

Mary was wild and capricious and she cared not where she went.
Invading people’s houses, and on businesses she vent
her spleen, her disrespect, and her arrogance on that day.
Watch out for that old Mary ‘cause she leaves a bill to pay.

Gympie had her number, she had been in town before
though you couldn’t ignore her, you could barricade your door.
Least said soonest mended - she eventually departs
but with her takes some shattered dreams along with broken hearts.

You’d best not mess with Mary ‘cause Mary can turn mean,
she likes to have her way with you and then heads off downstream.
She flirts and fidgets, froths and foams her skirts up past her thighs.
Will they go higher? Tell me - show me. She can tantalize.

From the Sunshine Coast to the New South Wales border they led a dance,
soaking the fields of Stanthorpe – giving Toowoomba a glance.
Put a scare in Ipswich – gave the Darling Downs a serve.
Tickled up the Gold Coast – these girls had heaps of verve.

All in all they had their fun and by then were quite wasted
feeling somewhat over it, all of them dissipated.
In their wake another bill to help with devastation.
seems perhaps that climate change has found our Aussie nation.


Maureen Clifford © 02/12

I don't know how you churn them out Maureen.

I'm flat out doing one a week IF I am being productive!



Mal

An over active brain I think Mate

I reckon most of us can consider ourselves lucky.

Poor bloody people who lose the lot.
Having to start all over again must be a tremendous battle.

Closest I got as a toddler was when Blathery Creek, out Wellington way, rose far enough to run water across the dirt packed floor.
Not so much a memory as a recounted family story.

Time moved on.
Jim.

It's not good Jim but it is happening across the world. Here, and now tornado's ripping through parts of the USA destroying property and leaving death and destruction behind. We can never tame Mother Nature.

Forget the mind bit Jim just overactive I think .


Bob

I don't understand 'the mind' bit Bob.

Jim.

Doubt there is a male in captivity that understands the female mind - never mind boys, just do the best you can

Maureen, I wonder if this explains why !!!!!

There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband... for example...

A wife comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to her bedroom.

From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can. Once she's done, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine. "Hi Darling", he says, "Your parents have come to visit us, so l let them stay in our bedroom.


Did you say ‘hello’?”