Poem number 15 for April 2015. Following on from poem #7, or rather finishing it off. As noted, I’m not a fan of bush poetry. Tonight (Wednesday 15th April) I’m a guest poet at “Poets and Platters” at Langmeil winery in the Barossa Valley. There is a well-known bush poet also on the programme. Last time I heard him, he was (tongue in cheek) ridiculing vegetarians, with some hackneyed lines about mung beans and rabbit food. Being a vegetarian myself, I didn’t laugh, though most of the audience did. I’ll return the (tongue in cheek) ridicule with this tonight. A world premiere! As he’s after me on the running list, he’ll probably have the last laugh.
Last of the Bush Poems (completed – well first draft anyway)
A poem needed writing
for to please the winery push
and me usual stuff looked wanting
they might think a load of tosh
so I looked for inspiration
laid some thoughts for incubation
and I sought for information
on the poetry of the bush
First I grabbed an old akubra
then I dropped me accent posh
And I drank til in a stupor
and neglected for to wash
I dragged out some corny punchline
about vegans, sheilas, waistlines
and I read up all the guidelines
on the poetry of the bush
I bought a new Land Cruiser
You won’t catch me near a horse
Then I bought a new computer
Wikipedia is the source
Of all me information
About swags, and sheep and stations
Coz I get the palpitations
When I’m in the bloody bush
I drove down the supermarket
To stock up on bush supplies
I bought string and corks from Target
for me hat to ward off flies
softest swag and new Drize-a-bone
gas-powered fridge and satellite phone
I was well prepared to leave home
to write poetry in the bush
When I reached the wilds of Salisbury
Well me nose began to bleed
and the dusty paddocks scared me
when I saw some sheep stampede
So I stopped near Gawler Oval
dumped me swag and asked some yokels
Where’s the nearest comfy hotel
That serves beer here in the bush?
When I saw the pub landlady
well meself I introduced
as a widely known bush poet
who could keep her crowd amused
for fifty bucks and free beer
I recited in her front bar
I was feeling like a film star
so the lady I seduced
Now I’ll go back to the city
And no longer will I roam
I’ve memorized me ditties
and acquired a bush man’s drone
And me poems I’ll deliver
Like the man from Snowy River
Coz I get the sweats and shivers
If I’m ever near the bush.
Copyright Mike Hopkins 2015