String Of Strine (Forum) Poem by pssive w nker

I be emused at the pom with his strine in play,
Fair dinkum mate, rack off! ! ‘n and listen to what me Bluebird displays
with details so splendid, her tail feathers’ long
Her toes chirps beauty, when she wears her thongs

And as for the other that Oy’s inhaling predatory wails
Us Gals, fly crisscross over oceans and all our wings sail
Yes.. we eat critters, the softest of juiciest worms
and teach each other plenty over tenderised yearns

You may wonder all you like as we dance delight
on toes and soles to whirl as our siren hearts ignite
and our eyes always glow and would never see warts
for we love as guardian angels, tis how our love is taught

So come again if you must, but you will bother us not
We could still be helpful, and stick you covered in a sock