Bloody Good Fun

[alongtimegone]

Bob's asked for more posts, new or old. Since I haven't written anything for yonks I pulled this one from the archives.

Bloody Good Fun

The sandflies were about as thick as peanut paste on bread,
with kamikaze mozzies in their millions, overhead.
The mud was heavy, black as tar. It stone-walled every turn
in our single minded quest to find that prized Crib Island worm.

I said I’d be the bucket boy ‘cause Bluey had the fork.
“We must be mad.” he muttered. “I can hardly bloody walk.
This flamin’ mud’s almost as thick as Robbo’s rabbit stew
It’s got a better bloody grip than Selley’s Super Glue.”

“Calm down.” I said “Stop whingin’. Here - this looks a likely spot.
And Bluey, you’ve got first dig mate, so give it all you’ve got.”
He pushed the tines deep in the mud. Leaned hard to give them weight.
The handle snapped and ……. there ya go. Poor Bluey’s on his date.

“That’s it!” He yelled. “I’m outta here.” He turned at breakneck pace.
But feet refused to follow. Down he went … this time full face.
“Aah bugger me.” he cried. “I quit! It’s ‘white flag’ time. I’m done.
I never thought that wormin’ could be so much bloody fun.”

Note: My poem is not completely information accurate ...
"He pushed the tines deep in the mud."
Wormers do not use forks when digging for blood worms.
It's all hands. Up to knees in mud and up to elbows in the dig.
The rest of the poem is pretty much how it is.
Wazza

[Maureen K Clifford]

I remember my son getting stuck in the mud at low tide at Deception Bay one time when he was getting worms/yabbies - had a devil of a job getting him out

[Terry]

They'd need to be bloody good bait Wazza.
Better tell your mates to lay of the booze before you try next time.

Cheers

Terry

[Cropduster]

That is a gem, Wazza.

A little poetic licence just adds to the fun.

Funny stuff.

[mummsie]

A great start to my Monday Wazza-loved it.

[Catherine Lee]

Good one Wazza - even though it makes me 'feel' those sandflies!

[alongtimegone]

Thanks everyone. I actually tried it once. It's now on my 'never to do again ' list.
Wazza

[thestoryteller]

G'day Wazza.

I recall going out on call one night to restore a power line and towards the end we had to carry
the ladder over a fence and to the switching point.

It was pouring rain and the ground was really boggy and all of a sudden my boots got stuck in the mud but my mate kept
walking and it was either walk out of them or go face down into it.

Had many an experience chasing power outages.

Enjoyed the read.


Merv.