A pair of Colorado boots
were walking over bracken roots.
Wild pigs had covered the terrain
and caused the bracken so much pain.
And who will remember
the day in September,
when the terrorists struck
and New York went amuck?
My horse had bolted at the flash
of lightning, amplified by thunder.
The saddle bags contained the cash
I'd stolen, welcome to Down Under.
It is a small challenge to rhyme
your undoubtedly pretty first name
I would give you a rather clean dime
in an effort to share with you fame.
Well it's Chelsea Marie
so how could it be
that I found not a word
like a featherless bird
I stood and watched
my daughter's birth.
A tuft of hair
salt of the earth.
A honeybee, (it was a she)
sat in the Frangipani tree.
She had been told to fly around
just seven metres off the ground
The bombs are dropping still
so reminiscent of the dirty days
of powdered dust, so cocoa brown,
the city was surrounded by the coal
They left her there, at the junction,
bleeding from torn rags that once
had placed her in the company of
the city's bourgeoisie, as one of them,