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Offline Geoff

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Australian Love Poem
« on: November 08, 2009, 09:39:14 PM »


 

AUSTRALIAN LOVE POEM
Yes there is such a thing, sad as it is!
Who said Australians weren't romantic?


Of course I love ya darlin
You're a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin' there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there
No sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as I
was ever gonna get
No matter what u look like
I'll always love ya dear
 
Now shut-up while the footy's on
And fetch another beer.
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Offline annette

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Re: Australian Love Poem
« Reply #1 on: November 08, 2009, 11:01:43 PM »
Fabulous. Sounds like something my hubby would sing to me :shock: :shock: :shock: :evil:

Offline SlickMick

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Re: Australian Love Poem
« Reply #2 on: November 09, 2009, 05:42:48 AM »
Well Nette, I thought I would see if it passed muster with the little lady

I sat her on me knee and read her the pome

She said t'me "Oh Mick arent you just so romantic.. that brought tears to me eyes.. 'specially the bit about dimples on me thighs.. that was just so passionate I just want t'kiss ya" so she did :-* :-*.. I thought all me Christmas's had come at once..BOY.. phew.

Then, ya know what she did  :shock:
She turned the footy on the telly and bought me a tinny from the fridge.. she's tops I tell ya

List'n Geoff, d'ya know any more pomes like that.. I'll buy ya a slab of XXXX if ya got anothree like that one

Mick
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
   And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
   One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,
   Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
   For the youngster had never been christened,
A BUSH CHRISTENING - A.B. "Banjo" Paterson http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/christen.html