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| Twas a The Night Before Bloody Christmas | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 11 2010, 04:40 PM (109 Views) | |
| Dinkum Tanglepike | Dec 11 2010, 04:40 PM Post #1 |
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Chief of the Pantry
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Yes its that season again so to start the ball rolling with Christmas good cheer and much merriness Here ie the Night Before Christmas Australian Style by Jackie Cooper (poet)\ So reach for the esky, grab a tinny and throw a bumper down your throat.....mate! 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a curtain was stirring, no breeze to rouse The stockings were hung in the sun room with flair In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The kids were sprawled atop of their cover Dreaming of rum balls made by their mother We had just settled our heads before the dawn knocks Mum in her T-shirt and fluffy white socks. When out on the grass, there arose such a crash I leapt from my bed as quick as a flash Away to the window I flew like a streak Tore open the fly screen and had a quick peek. The moon on the rise of the new fallen dew Gave the lustre of midday, an illuminous hue When, what to my bloodshot eyes should approach But eight kangaroo and a Cob & Co. coach. With a wizened old drover so nimble and quick I knew in an instant it must be St. Nick More rabid than cane toads his courses they came And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name. Oi ! Harry, Oi ! Barry, Oi ! Billy and Bob On Sally, on Sue, on Donna and Rob To the top of the verandah to the top of the fence Now bound away, blast you, if you have any sense. And then, a quiet tinkle I heard on my roof The padding and shuffling of eight kangaroo As I pulled in my head and was turning around I was surprised by a figure that stood in my lounge. He was dressed in a singlet, rubber thongs and blue shorts His clothes were all dusty from his trip way up north A rucksack of toys flung upon his back He looked like a swaggie just opening his pack. His eyes how they crinkled on his weather-beaten skin His cheeks were sunburnt, a glow from within A crooked easy grin and cocky simple smile The beard on his chin a salt and pepper sprinkled pile. The butt of a roly, he held tight in his teeth Blue smoke a cloud, an obnoxious wreath He had a broad nose and a round beer belly That shook when he laughed & emitted something smelly. He was chunky and fat, a right jolly old drover And I laughed when I saw him, he looked like my father A wink of his eye and the nod of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went about his duty And filled all the stockings with sweet tasting booty Laying his finger alongside his nose He vanished outside and to the roof he rose. He sprang to his coach to his team gave a whistle And away they all bound as swift as a missile But I heard the abuse as he flew out of sight Jeez !! Harry and Barry, I said turn to the right! |
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| Issel | Dec 12 2010, 07:24 AM Post #2 |
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Lorekeeper
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I laughed so hard. Such an exact picture of an old Australian cove. LOL |
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| Merenith | Dec 21 2010, 10:52 AM Post #3 |
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Blonde redhead
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Oh that is just wonderful! To hear it read in an Aussie accent would be sublime! |
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