As Australians sitting around we all like a yarn
Remember people gathering in front of a barn
Sitting on long stools with cup of tea in hand
We sit and speak of deeds done so grand
Whether sitting in the sun on a winter's day
Or in the shade on a sunny noon whiling away
Did you hear the one of the headless chook
Or the ghost of the Pub at the Drinker's Nook
Think of a story about a dynamite eating exploding dog
Maybe when someone under the pump went full hog
You can see how the Australian drawl made its debut
In tones around a campfire partaking of yarns so true
After a hard day herding cattle these jackeroos gathered
And to pass the time and entertained them as it mattered
It didn't mean that there would be no truth in the story
Or that someone would see through it in its glory
A yarn should entertain and make you laugh and cry
Without television or the internet these stories would fly.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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