that was funny
that was funny
" The mind creates the abyss, the heart crosses it."
“The measure of your life will not be in what you accumulate, but in what you give away.” ~Wayne Dyer
well done and very funny!! how long did it take you to write?
Merry Christmas to all!!!
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Very funny and entertaining. Great Work!
Merry X-mas to all.
I was also working on a hammock version of the night before... but I like yours alot better. good job
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Great to read. Lots of talent on HF.
Well done G. Merry Christmas bud.
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Not my work, but I think I'm on topic for the thread.
38.8 Celsius for Christmas Day. Gotta envy you lot in the snow just a little.
'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
Us kids were all snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,
snuck onto the decking, then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once who this fat bloke must be.
Now, I'm telling the truth it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names.
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Cobber! On, Skippy! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,
I'll scoot down the gum tree & be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangas flew,
With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.
A jolly old bloke was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled!
And, just like a goanna, his skin was all wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
It shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back,
He looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies 'neath the chrissy tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out to the deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gate-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and good on ya, MATE!
Wishing all the HF Family a wonderfull (if belated) Christmas, and a Bonzer New Year
I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.
Bump to the top for the holidays!