Keith Johnson Poems
But Strewth, the winnin'! Ow they loves this ‘frill
Scrabblin' with the kids at Bondi on the beach
When a ‘wowser' gets yous double-word
And Strine is spelt as well as heard:
Fer Auntie Lil is on the plonk and puzzlin' still
And Uncle Norm is lost for words until
He pulls a double-zed he's hidden out of reach
In his togs like a nipper with a purloined peach -
At which Dad squares up Norm for biffo
If he dirty-deals with budgie-smugglin' lingo
But Mum is equal to this shonky deal
And puts down 'prezzie' with a bonza squeal
At which Cutie Tiffany comes ...
The taipan is an 8 foot snake
Whose treading on is some mistake.
Deep in the Aussie Outback yonder
If off the beaten track you wander
You may feel an elapid mandibular crush -
Then a shikkering neurotoxic rush
While its haemolytics clot the blood -
And curse the spot where once you stood.