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Jumbuck Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Waltzing – Word of the Day



Jumbuck Blues

Forget that bloody sheep Matilda,
it’ll be the death of me,
besides, the billabong’s a little crowded and all,
so let’s split for somewhere quiet,
we’ll go to Carpentaria and boil some roo tail soup,
or perhaps to Kununurra and pick some bush tucker fruits,
maybe down to Port Augusta and throw a line or two,
I’ve a hankering for fish and eggs,
no jumbuck now for me.
Now, I’ve packed me swag and all,
and my nose is pointed down the road,
so, waddya say there Tilly,
shall we waltz the night to somewhere,
anywhere but here?

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


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