A Bucket Full
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 2:41 pm
A Bucket Full
“Too easy.” Bluey told me.
“Like fallin’ off a log.
They say the prawns are thicker
than the fleas on Tosser’s dog.
Your tinnie and ya cast net
are all we’re gonna need,
and we’ll be eatin’ garlic prawns
tonight. It’s guaranteed.”
We hitched my old Queen Mary
to Bluey’s clapped out ute.
And headed down the highway
firm of purpose … resolute.
We launched it in the Logan
and motored to the mouth.
Bluey spun the net and watched it
slowly sink down south.
“OK! It’s on the bottom.
I’m starting the retrieve.
We’ll have ourselves a bucket full
before it’s time to leave.
We’re partyin’ with beer and prawns
tonight. It’s in the bag.”
Then Bluey grunted … turned his head
and shouted, “Bloody snag!”
“Ya not for real.” I stood there shocked.
“That net’s brand spankin’ new.
Stop muckin’ round and tell me
that ya only kiddin’ Blue.”
But he wasn’t. Though we pulled
until our faces turned bright red.
That net was truly anchored
to the Logan River bed.
“I’m double stuffed now Blue.” I said.
“Cause guess who’s mowed the lawns
on the promise that I’d bring her back
a bucket full of prawns.”
“Too easy.” Bluey told me.
“Like fallin’ off a log.
They say the prawns are thicker
than the fleas on Tosser’s dog.
Your tinnie and ya cast net
are all we’re gonna need,
and we’ll be eatin’ garlic prawns
tonight. It’s guaranteed.”
We hitched my old Queen Mary
to Bluey’s clapped out ute.
And headed down the highway
firm of purpose … resolute.
We launched it in the Logan
and motored to the mouth.
Bluey spun the net and watched it
slowly sink down south.
“OK! It’s on the bottom.
I’m starting the retrieve.
We’ll have ourselves a bucket full
before it’s time to leave.
We’re partyin’ with beer and prawns
tonight. It’s in the bag.”
Then Bluey grunted … turned his head
and shouted, “Bloody snag!”
“Ya not for real.” I stood there shocked.
“That net’s brand spankin’ new.
Stop muckin’ round and tell me
that ya only kiddin’ Blue.”
But he wasn’t. Though we pulled
until our faces turned bright red.
That net was truly anchored
to the Logan River bed.
“I’m double stuffed now Blue.” I said.
“Cause guess who’s mowed the lawns
on the promise that I’d bring her back
a bucket full of prawns.”
don't count your chickens..I mean , prawns before they're in the bag.