A SAUCER OF MILK
I hope the emus grow up big and strong where you are
and come along and kick your dunny down,
for a bigger bird is better so you told me
and ensures a bloke‘s no need to go to town.
You like a bit of meat on bones - remember?
a skinny rabbit never makes a decent stew.
But perhaps you might have changed your dietary habits
‘cause there never was an ounce of meat on you.
I hope perhaps you might be more romantic
and perhaps you’ve wooed her with some lovely flowers -
though presume you might have said that it’s not normal
and she’d best get used to spending lonely hours,
by herself stuck out in the middle of nowhere.
Oh hang about I had forgotten that you moved
into a small country town now, with facilities,
and a weekly dance where you can bop and groove.
If she can ring a lamb or mules a wether
without breaking into tears as I did then
then perhaps she really truly is your soul mate
which enforces why I never understood men.
If she can eat roo, pig or feral goat, always
served up with boiled potatoes and some peas
and do that for five days out of seven,
then I’m sure she is the one that will you please.
No doubt she’ll keep house for you - work her ar*e off
and never once will you hear her recriminate,
nor will she ever question clear directions.
Sounds to me like you have found the perfect mate.
I’m happy that you’re happy - say you are dear
for I would hate to think you’ve landed in the fire
If she cops it on the chin and always to you gives in
then no doubt she’ll fan the flames of your desire.
So the wedding bans were called and family travelled in
along with our friends. All around great jubilation.
For I’m sure that it would be a huge celebratory tea
after how long? Thirty years of hesitation.
I don’t know what she’s got – but it seems she’s hit the spot
and good luck to her – I hope it all goes well.
But I’m just a trifle peeved as outstanding debts still linger
but that’s a fact upon which I choose not to dwell.
MME 09/11 ©
