Francis Duggan Poems

From the dead sheep in the hot sun the stench of death rise
She has been the victim of female blow flies
The white maggots of their eggs eat the flesh of decay
The poor thing did die in the most painful way.
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Most politicians never mean what they say
About them they have an ambiguous way
To cling to power they will quite readily lie
Their three most important are me, myself and I
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He was arguably Australia's greatest jockey the marvellous Scobie Breasley he is dead
A champion horseman in England and Australia to be a champion jockey he was bred
A little man but big in all other ways so likeable and one without conceit
He made a huge impression on so many a nicer man 'tis said one could not wish to meet.
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Have you ever suffered of low self esteem
And worried of how to others you do seem
And you even feel reluctant to walk down the street
And people you know you would rather not meet
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A mother and grandmother near the end of her life
To an unworthy fellow she was a good wife
Without provocation her he often did beat
But at least she feels happy she is not on the street
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Amongst wealth and fame there is great poverty
With such things should not happen here most would agree
A poor homeless bloke with only a mattress for a bed
On the embankment under a railway underpass for six months lay dead.
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He's never been found wanting when put to the test
At laying pipes Mick Kelleher is Victoria's best
The drainage contractors of his value do know
He makes some good pipe layers seem rather slow.
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In the gloam of the evening as darkness cloaks the sky
I hear him softly whistling on a gum tree nearby
He is the famed grey shrike thrush he has a lovely song
Once heard you cannot mistake him you can never get him wrong
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Though eventually more than their match they do find
Down with every bully and those that way inclined
By their bully tactics they should not have their way
The karma they sow they too must reap one day.
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You cannot beat them they have God on their side
And to go with their God they have National pride
And of their National heroes they feel proud to sing
The lure of patriotism is a magnet like thing.
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