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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#23 Happy Families |
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At this time of year there is a lot of emphasis on the family and family get-togethers. I am pretty sure the reality
isn't always as wonderful as it seems in the media. Behind the scenes who is bearing the load in the kitchen, has Auntie
Flo had too much sherry again or has the over-excited noise of children gone to the head. No matter how much we love
them, family gatherings are stress-filled so this theme challenge is set for you to let off steam, have your rant and
let it go. Most of all have fun. Season's Blessings to you all Jemmy XXXX |
Happy Families
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Terry ClitheroeIta Buttrose got Aussie of the year, bloody good oner, fair bloody dinkum. Blood oath bonzer of a sheila! Another beer mate? Love one thanks mate! Is there any more beer in the Esky darl? Anybody know the cricket scores ? Unless it rains we'll have water rationing! Yea and look at Missus Kovelovski watering her bloody driveway, silly old bugger. Slipslop slap the sun cream on! Looking a bit red on the scon son, better slap a bit more of this on. Tattersalls lotto, got yer ticket yet? Yers Gorrit on my way here knew I’d be too non-compos to gerrit on the way home. Yer right there sport, hope yer missus is driving. Na mate we got a rent a driver picking us sup at leven. Fair dinkum. Bloody oath mate. Shit, what a good idea. Racing at Flemington goranything going mate, nah mate prefer the dogs myself. Went to the trots last night Fair dinkum!! Owdidyergo. Bloody rotten mate, did mi dough. Bastard! Fur coat! Another beer mate? Love one thanks mate! Is there any more beer in the Esky darl? Anybody know the cricket scores ? See them bloody wogs is kicking up a stink in Woomera, bastards! Fancy sewing up their kids lips. No better than those pricks who threw their kids in the sea. No bloody right to live in shitland if you ask me. Bloody mongrels anybody that would do that to a kid….. Fair bloody dinkum…….. Pricks on legs if you arsk me. Yep ship the bastards back to where they come from, bet they haven’t got a bloody air con and three meals a bloody day. Blood oath mate if they raised their voices there some prick would shoot em. Bloody bastards'll probably breed a load of bloody lawyers. Shit yeah!! Should nuke the place. Them bloody snags ready yet, don’t forget Rhonda wants em bloody winged. Get yer bloody hands outta the rabbit food wait till the hot tuckers ready Shit I'll have to knock the top off, need a snakes. Well go behind the shed the dunny has a line of sheilas. Fair bloody dinkum you’d think they'd learn that coffee makes you piss by now. Yer mate heads like mice someovem. Another beer mate? Love one thanks mate! Is there any more beer in the Esky darl? Anybody know the cricket scores ? ----- Family Dinner There is no snow just heat Winter admits defeat for now So birds and pig and cow Purchased with a sweaty brow today On the 25th make its way To families who will stay awhile And to each other smile Dining in a happy style and eat Far more than what's normal In a manner less formal this time Family together is fine Talking'n eating's no crime today Everyone wants their say It's another form of gay and normal.  ----- Unwanted Return Once again winters misery has returned And no more morning birdsongs can we hear, And last week they called out loud and clear. When last week promises of summer burned Every winter's day we prayed for rain And we cast aside our winters layers Now once again we sit round blazing fires. But fickle nature decided to abstain. Until spring we were promised drought, But with spring it has bucketed down With several floods in all parts of town I suppose in reality we should not shout. Once again winters misery has returned When last week promises of summer burned  back to list |
Divena CollinsBeware of the Gremlins on Christmas eve. For mischief making is a part of their plan They shall hide within wherever they can For they are extremely hard to retrieve It was they the thieves at Christmas tide The Gremlins shall try to eat all your food Mince pies and turkey and Christmas pud` And blame it upon the children with pride After they indulged upon a midnight feast Only the truth shall outweigh all their lies When they are soon discovered by surprise For children are innocent to say the least Beware of the Gremlins on Christmas eve. For they are extremely hard to retrieve.  back to list |
Jem FarmerI'm sat here staring at their smiling face I've heard their jokes so many times before, Another slice of cake, sweet cherry wine My heart's longing to see another place I can't stand the same stories any more But I hear my voice whisper 'yes, I’m fine'. There is nothing to do to make it right, I want to be dancing with her tonight. Someone is singing of Amazing Grace My mind is thinking of kissing her lips My eyes looking on revealing no trace Of the passion that has me in its grips The Christmas feast has become a new race From child to youth this teen in love now slips.  ----- Christmas at Grandma's - Gwawdodyn In the tinsel trails above the stair Her wrinkled stockings are hung with care Glittered with stars and paper tissue snow Fairy lights glow for the Christmas fare. In a crystal cut glass whiskey waits Mince pies and carrots laid on to plates As we kids run quickly to make shift beds Our Joy filled heads hoping he’s not late. Parma violet kisses goodnight Between mothball scented sheets tucked tight We listened in the dark for old sleigh bells The sound, we're told, is Santa in flight.  back to list |
Peter WillowdownOwlets from the Age of Glory, to my claws thy tribute bring, fieldmice, voles and caterpillar omelettes, unidentifiable things with too many wings - boiled or fried they're quite delicious but best of all is freshly killed! If I had two lips I'd smack em; instead I needs must strike my beak with a stone until it rattles and doth sing. Join me in a moonlit supper, just the seven or eight of us. Moon Sister has made a special dessert for afters: Mexican Jumping Frogs tied up with string. Suck em squeeze em em , make em ping! But please do bash their tiny brains out first - you know its the only really honourable thing... Sorry I have to refuse you though it pains me to do so But you'll just have to excuse me, I really have to say 'no.' It's just that the creepy choices scare my stomach ‘til it screams, And living things with warts and hair are sure to give bad dreams. Keep the caterpillars, field mice, all the voles too if you wish I'd prefer curried meat and rice, that for me's a decent dish. As for dessert I'll pass as well, jumping frogs don’t interest me Thank Moon Sister and please tell her next time I’ll have her to tea. back to list |
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