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  • Jenelle McCarrick
    THis is from Carol, if you have an AUSSIE BUSH POEM for Christmas or an aussie Christmas story or fabel or a family story please feel free to post.... Jenelle.
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      THis is from Carol, if you have an AUSSIE BUSH POEM for Christmas or an aussie Christmas story or fabel or a family story please feel free to post....
      Jenelle.
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      Sent: Sunday, December 09, 2007 3:39 PM
      Subject: A beauty of an aussie poem!]


      An Australian poem.

      The sun was hot already - it was only 8 o'clock
      The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
      He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,
      The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

      He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank
      And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
      "Typical bloody sheep," he thought, "they've got no common sense,
      "They won't go through a gateway but they'll jump a bloody fence."

      The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt
      She'd stay there 'til she carked it if he didn't get her out.
      But when he reached the water's edge, the startled ewe broke free
      And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

      He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down
      If he didn't rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
      Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim
      He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

      He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks
      And as he couldn't stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.
      He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam
      He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam

      The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip
      He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn't get a grip.
      At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath
      She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

      She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side
      He swore next time he caught that ewe he'd hang her bloody hide.
      Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed
      He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

      The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
      He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away
      He didn't really think he'd get fresh scones for morning tea
      But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

      He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view
      For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
      And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch
      The farmer yelling wildly "Come back here, you lousy bitch!"

      The stock rep didn't hang around, he took off in his car
      The cocky's reputation has been damaged near and far
      So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks
      Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your jocks!











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