shaman
24-07-2006, 06:46 PM
I had a few (dozen) beer and bourban wash downs with a good mate yesterday (all day and night) :P and my wife asked me to find a poem that I had written. While I was going through my stuff I found this one that I wrote about 10 years ago while living at Redland Bay I thought I might share with you guys, hope you enjoy it........my mate and his mrs didn't have a choice ;D ;D
The Comp.
Every calender in Redland Bay has three days marked in red,
especially down the water police, three days they've grown to dread,
when every fisherman worth his salt attacks the briny bay,
and god help any ###### who drifts across his way.
Now the boys from down Pt Talburpin way are champing at the bit,
just waiting for the starters gun, stubbies open cigarettes lit,
the gun goes off, they're in their boats and heading for the point,
they were deadly bloody serious, until someone lit a joint!!
Now Robbie McCormack you've heard of his tale,
with his terminal tackle, he's chasing a whale!!!
with his number one ballys and two o's so trusty,
that he keeps in a tin so they get nice and rusty.
so two hours or so before the top of the tide,
a horse bream comes flapping up over the side,
"It could win us two grand or even the boat!!"
but just to be sure jammed some lead down it's throat!!
The judges at the weigh-in are compiling their list,
while the fisho's sit down and slowly get p!ssed,
but the heaviest bream goes to some other pr!ck !!!
He didn't use a snapper lead he used a besser brick!!
So now it's all over for another long year,
as fisho's for miles cry sad tears in their beer,
tomorrow the planning starts all over again,
but instead of using a sinker we'll use "FRIGGIN TEN".
......................Billy
The Comp.
Every calender in Redland Bay has three days marked in red,
especially down the water police, three days they've grown to dread,
when every fisherman worth his salt attacks the briny bay,
and god help any ###### who drifts across his way.
Now the boys from down Pt Talburpin way are champing at the bit,
just waiting for the starters gun, stubbies open cigarettes lit,
the gun goes off, they're in their boats and heading for the point,
they were deadly bloody serious, until someone lit a joint!!
Now Robbie McCormack you've heard of his tale,
with his terminal tackle, he's chasing a whale!!!
with his number one ballys and two o's so trusty,
that he keeps in a tin so they get nice and rusty.
so two hours or so before the top of the tide,
a horse bream comes flapping up over the side,
"It could win us two grand or even the boat!!"
but just to be sure jammed some lead down it's throat!!
The judges at the weigh-in are compiling their list,
while the fisho's sit down and slowly get p!ssed,
but the heaviest bream goes to some other pr!ck !!!
He didn't use a snapper lead he used a besser brick!!
So now it's all over for another long year,
as fisho's for miles cry sad tears in their beer,
tomorrow the planning starts all over again,
but instead of using a sinker we'll use "FRIGGIN TEN".
......................Billy