Kit Kelen #1451 - the welcome doggerel & that dog is dry

1451

The Welcome Doggerel  

Welcome to our picnic, friends

Where it can seem the poetry never ends

Really though this is not so

At the last we all must go

First though acknowledge the land that we’re on

As that of the Worimi or the Worimi

You have a try!

However you say it will be wrong

We acknowledge though that it’s their land we’re on

And soon it will be filled with poems

Ones you’ve never heard before

Poems fleet and long, short, sure

Today’s the day to show em…

All unacknowledged legislators

Needs must be so bold!

We acknowledge the law to which all are subject

It’s Murphy’s! See if you can budge it!

Everything has gone wrong, and will

And other things may stuff up still.

We’ll see it all unfold

But first some housekeeping to do

For instance if you need the loo

A triple rhyme! We have a few

Before you take such drastic action

Consider trees and their attraction

Friends, I beseech, adopt a tree

Behind one’s the best place to pee.

What else?

Watch where you are walking

And use a torch at night  

Lest you should tread on creatures

And give creatures a fright

They only bite if you sit on them

Or poke them with a stick

Or make fun of their funny clothes

Or go at them with a brick…

Now… hang onto the cup you’ve got

And write your name upon it

Then when nectar brimful

Later you might write a sonnet

or

Hang onto the cup you’ve got

Put best initials on it

And later if yv drunk too much –

Receptacle for vomit!

Put your rubbish in the bin

And check that it’s the right one

And empty it if it’s too full

In the wheely one up by the fence

Please stand up for regular stretches

It keeps the ticks on their toes

And mossies and march flies

And hornets, wasps

So many flying foes!

Though plenty of us are not here

For those who are this means more beer  

Take care though if you’re prone to gout

No one in Canberra could get out

Ordinarily that might not be so bad

Today it makes a picnic sad

Ed’s crook as well –

A kind of an organisational hell

Still out of all that fire and smoke

We’ve now the perfect picnic weather

None of us need choke today

It’s lovely we’re together

so

Raise a beaker to our friends

Present, absent, doubtful

To poetry – it never ends !

To ASM and Flying Islands

A thousand years, I hear the cheer

Of critics, you need have no fear

Today their hats are backwards / backwoods

We thank you all for being here

So many – a whole cat-herd

And for a most inspiring day

To all the saints of poetry pray

Bunyah’s roughly that way

…

So now that we have chewed your ear

To the pub for grub and also beer

that dog is dry

for Biscuit

that dog is hot

that dog is dry

give that dog a drink

or else she’s goin’ to die

Lord, when you see her

lickin’ at bare bowl

you know that rain’s the only thing

that could save her soul

that dog is dry

that dog is hot

she’s on the grog a lot

but you can call her Spot

when that dog’s been drinkin’

she’d unpredictable

then there’s no use in sayin’

good gal, good gal

honey-ahnup woof woof

honey-ahnup woof woof

honey-ahnup woof woof

rffff rfff, woof woof

aaaah

that dog is dry

she needs to imbibe

give that dog a drink

or else she’s goin’ to die