ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Manfred gets nauseated by buddies and Ross quails at the sight of a man-bag, well this is a true story, happened yesterday



MACHO MAN

As I stood in the Post Office queue,
I noticed a singular man.
When I tell you the things that I saw,
just visualise him, if you can.
He was built pretty solid and tanned,
some tattoos displayed here and there,
with a riotous mullet and beard
all formed from thick, black, curly hair.
All in all, I suppose you could say,
his dress was quite clean and quite neat,
even though he had chosen as apt;
some thongs to reveal his big feet.
On his t-shirt was printed the words
" V8 Supercars " — that's not a clue
to the thing that seemed strangely inapt;
his toe nails were lacquered bright blue.



Neville Briggs
Singleton Bush Poets.

Aaah Neville don't be so suspicious - maybe his little girl or his granddaughter got some Blue Nail Polish for Christmas and when he was having an afternoon siesta .....................................I'm sure he just hadn't noticed.

Cheers

Maureen

Aahh, but did his fingernails match his toes?

Great poem Neville.

Just goes to show you can't judge a man by his tatts!

Seems to be something about post offices - I recall that is where Ross spotted the man bag with the CAT on it from memory.

Heather

Thanks for the reply Heather. The Post Office seems to be the place where all sorts of people turn up . You're right, no matter what we look like on the outside the real " us " always remains mostly invisible and only revealed by as much as we are able or willing to reveal.

Didn't see his fingernails Leonie, but he didn't have matching eye shadow .

What do you think I was suspicious of Maureen ?
Yes there are numerous possibilities, Ockham's Razor requires that we assume that he did it himself for a display. Why ? Who knows.



Neville

....did the blue match his dress?....

Actually Heather, the bloke with the CAT bag was in a chemist shop.

Sorry Ross, it was the chemist. Nigel wasn't it?

Hey Nev my daughter had a shop that sold costume jewellery and the girls got at my big son and made him go to lunch like this. I went down the pub by me self.

AAAhh! Attack of the beard detritus feeding rainbow butterflies!
Good one Dave.

Now that takes a REAL Bloke to let little girls put butterfly thingies in your beard ...