We sat around and talked and laughed and had a great old time,
This mate of mine from up the coast; this master of the rhyme.
We talked about the future and the things that we could do
And told a lot of bloody lies though most were damn near true.
The subject of in-country touched and burned our tired minds
As a comradeship developed and a friendship was defined
Warm tears of happy memories filled the lines upon our cheeks
Created by the icy tears of our bluddy sorrow and our grief.
In the quiet of the night, the lounge room door swung wide
And Maria looked at me and said, “You’ve got a bluddy hide!
Makin’ all this bluddy noise that’s keeping me awake;
Keep it to a quiet roar, for goodness bluddy sake!”
Col looked at me; I looked at Col and the guilt in both our eyes
Glistened through tears of laughter caused by rippa bluddy lies.
We tried to keep our silence so Maria could get some sleep
But no matter how hard we tried, quiet was impossible to keep.
And a second time the door swung wide, and with fire in her eyes
Maria demanded that we shut up or she’d shut us up outside
It was only oh three thirty so we couldn’t understand her fuss
But we both bluddy knew by now she had the bluddy best of us
So Col ‘n’ me decided it was time to hit the old fart sack.
I shut me dang computer down and when the house was black
I went into our bedroom to get some bluddy well earned rest
But I didn’t have much luck; Maria kicked me out the bluddy nest.
Just as bluddy well, I thought, we’ve got a few spare beds
So I climbed into the water bed to rest me weary head
But I didn’t know Maria, in her wondrous household way
Had drained the bluddy water out to keep the algae at bay.
I bluddy didn’t sleep too well that night, and much to my chagrin
My visitors could hardly hide their laughs and their bluddy grins
And all through the day I wandered round like a zombie on the prowl
But when Maria went to bed that night, I silenced Colin with a growl.
We were bluddy lucky for the next few nights, ‘coz Maria took a drive
To be with kin in Murray Bridge; she took our daughter, Sonia, for a ride.
So while Karen rested and knitted booties and other tiny things,
Col and me, we chatted, and learned about the joy that friendship brings.
There were a lot of other things we did while Col and Kar were here
And when I find the time I’ll write about them, don’t you bluddy fear
Right now I’m having a bit of a problem finding words that kinda rhyme
So for now I’ll put me pen down, and continue at a more propitious time.
©Anthony W. Pahl