Poem Number 211 - The Wife - 18/9/1987

Sleepiness and tiredness shown on wintry nights,

T’is not the reason of being such alike.

Though, the countless trips to and from work and home,

Can present a different story of the thoughts of one’s own.

Anxious to get back home to bed the wife for the night,

Whilst the wife fears of the food preparation ahead,

And cuddles her children with words of a human housewife,

Then ponders of wild dreams of murder, for the husband arriving late.

His drunkenness shows no respect for the family,

Her questions, a little to make him feel left out.

But to no avail he awakened the very next morning,

And demands for his wife to make bed and breakfast for him.

Angers feelings grow in her heart of broken glass,

She hides these feelings when her children speak to her.

She telephone calls her mother and also her best girlfriend,

As they comfort her from making her mind, go round the world.

Lead her not into darkness; she pretends to commit murder,

But he that has caused this entire nightmare only wanted her for money.

Rich as she may have been, before the children were born,

The memorial rose he gave to her (just ten years ago), she thorns! 

Poem Number 210 - Important Campaign - 15/9/1987

On the twenty-sixth of September, ninety eighty-seven,

There will be a Statewide Local Government Election.

And in the Municipal Election in Waverley,

The Liberal party will duly be elected.

For Richard Davidson who’ll win the Ward of Lawson,

For Jim Markham who’ll win the Ward of Waverley,

For Carolyn Markham who’ll win the Ward of Bondi,

And Derek Nathan who’ll win the Ward of Hunter.

They will all work hard in the important campaign,

To bring the promises of the party to the Waverley community,

To remember that all the promise of the last election,

Have been received well throughout the whole Municipality.

The Bondi Junction redevelopment program,

The Bondi Beach beautification to restore the buildings.

And to redevelop the Hotel of Bondi Beach for business and for tourism purposes,

But to the State government that had blocked this development ‘with rocks in their head’! 

Poem Number 172 - Walkers In The City - 14/9/1986

Mathew, I’ve only known though Paul,

Mathew Watson, oh so young and tall!

He ensures he keeps a blocked memory,

Of all girls and feminine acquaintances.

From the snobbish bitch of a kind,

He’ll know them from feet to their mind.

After the early hours of the morn,

Mat will sleep usually beyond dawn.

From waiter to a sales representative of records,

He’ll eventually do well for himself.

Just like silver coins changing to bright gold,

And he doesn’t like girls who are just bold.

For a country town folk of now,

He can certainly make a city fellow learn,

The difference of attitude and dress,

While the millions of walkers in the city, don’t careless!