Where are you, dear ?
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Where are you, dear ?
While excavating the ruins of an old long forgotten men's shed, archeologists probing a large midden of empty aluminium cans, came across a paper which they immediately recognised as an original manuscript of a song by little known country singer, Slim Trusty.
The archeologists were very moved to read this touching message.
WHERE ARE YOU, DEAR ?
It's not lonesome away from the wife and the chores,
out back in the shed, hid from she of indoors.
And there's nothing so dreaded, or pain in the rear
but to hear the wife calling out " Where are you, dear ? "
Oh the missus is anxious for work to be done
at the cleaning and painting and all that humdrum.
And she often gets cranky and says with a sneer,
" It's a while since we had a new carpet for here "
And of course there's the shopping and clothes to try on
where you never stop handing out hard earned mammon.
And the frown on your face quickly turns to a tear
when the wife says with passion " There's a sale on, I hear "
Oh pity the poor bloke - for all of his life
the men's shed has never kept him out of strife.
For there's nothing so dreaded or pain in the rear,
but to hear those forboding words..." Where are you , dear ? "
The archeologists were very moved to read this touching message.
WHERE ARE YOU, DEAR ?
It's not lonesome away from the wife and the chores,
out back in the shed, hid from she of indoors.
And there's nothing so dreaded, or pain in the rear
but to hear the wife calling out " Where are you, dear ? "
Oh the missus is anxious for work to be done
at the cleaning and painting and all that humdrum.
And she often gets cranky and says with a sneer,
" It's a while since we had a new carpet for here "
And of course there's the shopping and clothes to try on
where you never stop handing out hard earned mammon.
And the frown on your face quickly turns to a tear
when the wife says with passion " There's a sale on, I hear "
Oh pity the poor bloke - for all of his life
the men's shed has never kept him out of strife.
For there's nothing so dreaded or pain in the rear,
but to hear those forboding words..." Where are you , dear ? "
Last edited by Neville Briggs on Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
Re: Where are you, dear ?
by hell that slim trusty sang true words good on yah slim old fella
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Re: Where are you, dear ?
Mate, you should put music to that and sell it to the Country Music mob - would be a real big hit I reckon ... 
Shouldn't be too hard to work out a tune for it ...

Shouldn't be too hard to work out a tune for it ...
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Re: Where are you, dear ?
You're a card Neville - now you need to illustrate that



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Re: Where are you, dear ?
Now that Nev I like !!! I reckon you could get a few more verses out of it though.
Would go well at the park around the campfire
Come on up this year mate we can do a duo.
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Would go well at the park around the campfire
Come on up this year mate we can do a duo.
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Re: Where are you, dear ?
That's great, Nev . . but it's missing something (a poem with no beer
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