Poem Number 272 - The News That Carried On - 26/2/1988

By now the time is over two months,
Since our much celebrated  day of marriage, 
And yet there  friends of mine still learning it,
With plenty of total shock also to my embarrassment.

But as more  know of such good news,
My emotions are enlightened by such passing of news,
And yet my wife who has little  of her own friends over here,
Makes good friends from day to another.

 For nearly a month she has committed herself to work,
To do a job that is physically hard tough work,
But her own reward is to have cash in her hand,
And be out of the hornet's nest, of our little home.

How tired she is to come home after work, of some days,
To commence the household  duties feeling tired at nights.
Yes Nirmala will finish what has to be done for us,
And to no rest she will end up collapsing in bed, waiting for me.

For me, many days have passed since our day of marriage,
A day that I will always remember in my heart, forever lasting,
A night and day that will show up in my memory of lightness,
And of course....the important decision of a life time comes true. That's news!

Poem Number 271 - No One Is The Real Boss - 26/2/1988

For a longtime my heart has been fulfilled,
My love of true life loves me to the hilt.
It may be  hard for me to imagine me being  single again,
But there's no doubt about it I love her, I really love her.

We can talk to reach each other seriously,
We can both be mucking around jokingly,
We can also be a little hurt for the joke words to be said,
But we can also make love to the tune of 'Sound of Music'.

There's little that separates us in any differences,
There are a lot of ideas and decisions we share,
And there's little to be said when our bodies touch each other,
But most of all we can work things out together.

No one is the real boss!
No one is equal to the other!
No one is indifferent with day to day life style!
And no one will separate or destroy what we are building!

Both our families care of us so much,
Both of our friends treat us like friends,
And yet young at hearts we may still seem,
 our priority is to fulfil our dreams.

Poem Number 270 - The Sex Appeal Of Man - 19/2/1988

Girls wolf whistle as they see men in tight stubby shorts,
And whilst they try to attract the attention of these uninterested
        men,
They are in a peer group of women learning first grab of a man's
        heart,
And wearing tight jeans, showing off their torpedoes enjoying this
       tempting time.

But the men keep to themselves and laugh at their own jokes,
And making sure that the women don't hear what they say,
So one of the sexes will have to decide to make the real move,
To separate the men from the boys and the women from the girls.

Each watches, each  every momentous move,
Gambling bets are taken to see who's got the 'guts',
There is no  music around, there is no building in sight,
Heavy bushes and forests surround them all.

There is no time to kill as dark will soon arrive,
To quieten the noises of discussions that followed on each day.
Now the trumpeters of background music do their entrance tune,
And now the crowds no talk and watch with alarming care.

To no gutfull feel the woman casually with across to the men,
So, their bouncing torpedoes  can be seen from a thousand miles 
      away.
The men take off their stubbies and their  underclothes,
To reveal, they are a real star of their own sex appeal.

Nine months later all  women give birth to a child,
Whilst the men are now concerned  of little independence they will 
      have.
They worry of a new life to look after,
And their star sex appeal now fades away.

Poem Number 269 - Millions Of Dollars Galore - 18/2/1988

Wouldn't it be nice to live in a dream that is real?

 To lie back on a banana chair and soak up each days sun?

 To be called up to a phone, yet no energy is used?


And to feel free to do anything you want to do?

Yes, wouldn't it be nice that your car is chauffeured around town,

You have a few party drinks in your limo,

While big business decisions you make by yourself,

And there is no need to touch any money you earn?

Yes, I suppose it would be nice to have an upstairs maid and

 also for downstairs,

Yes, I suppose that your mansion will be electronically fitted,

So that just a push of a button or two,

And all your dreams and wishes will come true!

Of course it would be nice if you were single,

And organising parties was the main event of your day,

But for the men who are married, to be divorced is insane,

And temptations to enjoy your life are limited but you can

 change that!

So you can still be free to do what you want to do,

With millions of dollars galore at your fingertips,

The way you spend it (or save it), is entirely up to you,

But you must remember most importantly to include your 

special partner in your life!

Poem Number 268 - A Helping Hand - 18/2/1988

Last week I received a nice special phone call,
To be asked to give a hand, where no one's pulling his or her socks.

What is it, 'He is asking me to do?

Is to give help for the State elections coming up.’

For who lives down in south in Cronulla,

It is a pleasure to do this for the Liberal Party,

But jokes aside the winning tide has arrived,

I only help for the party not for the candidate.

I know her chances of winning are strong,

And I know that there's only a slight chance,

I could be wrong, so to just enjoy the drinks and food of the election night,

To be with crowds of supporters who work hard all day.

And then listening to minutes of news reports,

That presents such stormy forecast for 'Barry',

And to eventually hear the cheers and laughter,

Of a hard fought courageous landslide victory.

With Neville out,

With Barry out,

With Nick in,

And he's forever holding on!

Poem Number 267 - Decisions Of Importance - 17/2/1988

It is not many times that a decision of importance,

Is made by myself to benefit the company,

But when you sit down, side by side of your boss,

You have a general feeling of satisfaction, when he doesn't know everything.

You realize that everything depends on yourself, When your decision is of high importance, And it concerns the Administration you are involved in, And of course the appreciation of service by our clients.

So there you are, doing a job that someone else should be doing,

Or really should have done months before the new complete system was brought up,

But to no avail, my boss and I carry on with wasteful work,

As it left no one else to know what is right or what is wrong.

So tedious and repetitious this job may be,

It is left to myself to carry the burden,

Up to us to waste time that could have been spent somewhere else,

To utilize proper working time to fulfil a day's work.

Poem Number 266 - Common-sense In Style - 16/2/1988

Time upon time, each and every single day,

You who makes the same journey mostly every day,

Experiences the different bodies of faces,

Of which also travel along the same route.

To men a woman's face is easily forgotten,

 Especially, if he's never seen her before,

And he knows he's never going to see her again,

 So there is no run away tears shed from him.

Where as to women, a face is always memorable,

Each face is recognized for its own merits.

Yet the faces of men are never forgotten,

They feel like wearing these faces on their dresses of medal.

You at times 'pop' your eyes open wide,

And suddenly push everyone aside.

For you want to touch and be with 'her' body',

This woman who has just bent over and showered her pants.

As a woman you prop yourself up and sit up straight,

With your little knees, no rattling, your lips so relaxed,

Ever-so-ready to be unzipping 'his' tight slacks,

To this man, who is just standing over you.

Yet to do these thing, to be able to do,

Is not such of an easy task.

For commons-ense should prevail,

To be using common sense in style.

Poem Number 265 - I Dream To Meet - 8/2/1988

Last night arrived my Aunty Lucette and Uncle Andre,

It will be the first time when I will meet them one night on Tuesday,

My heart is so excited: my eyes are so delighted,

For my wife and myself to be meeting more of our family.

Little do they know I am so pleased they are here,

To be joining a pert of their lives in our bi-centennial year,

For they that laughed so much, had so much fun looking after, Mamman”,

Brings out tears of joy that explode from my eyes.

At first it was cousin Catherine, whom was bubbly all inside,

Then Olivier was fun, good and naughty,

But now, today (or tomorrow) the dream I dream to meet my ‘Lucette’ and ‘Andre”,

Has arrived after years of lonesome no happiness.

Poem Number 264 - Rules - 5/2/1988

Everyday of each individual’s life in society,

We live upon rules and regulations that control us,

Even before we set our foot inside our front door,

There is an understanding, household rules we have to adhere too.

Poem Number 262 - Nonsense Poem - 3/2/1988

To sit in such a position to be replaced,

To be writing freely, in a free country with a free name,

To be listening to the hits of ‘Beach Boys’,

Singing, ‘I can hear the music’.

Such comfort, such beautifulness,

Such bullshit! Such messiness,

My fingers right digit hand is in little pain,

My thumb feels numb!

So why do I keep on writing?

Why do I feel so happy and content?

Why is my pen still flowing,

 Like the rivers flowing calmly like ‘Niagara falls’?

By now, usually I would fall myself to sleep and wake up to a time after midnight,

To find that my own record to write a total of poems in one day,

Has not been broken, but yesterday I did eight,

And tonight I write this nonsense poem.

Poem Number 263 - Tears Of Joy - 3/2/1988

Today, while speaking to her parents on an overseas call,

My wife shedded some tears of joy that showed sadness,

This was so, because she has heard of such bad news,

That touched heart close to her heart of happiness.

To be disheartened by the news of her only alive brother, Sunil,

Losing his job as a service station attendant,

But to everyone’s affect: has now made his income to nil,

And so many other people are losing jobs and businesses.

Sadness by the military dictator, whom employs ex-criminals,

Expressions of country ownership in his small trained eyes: voices on his ground are heard around the world.

To anger the disappearing residents of the country of Fiji,

And leave the country to a bottomless pit of endless snakes.

Let the new leader of Fiji cause drunken fights,

Let the smiles be quickly wiped off people’s faces,

Let everyone suffer with hardship and shed every wet tears,

For the people that have loved your country are now of ‘you’ living and feeling fear.

Poem Number 261 - Tears Or No Tears - 3/2/1988

As tears will drop from Nirmala’s cheek,

My eyes will be peeled to shining armour,

For the day to await this special day,

When a plane lands down in Sydney with her Mum, dad and Pretika.

Hugs will take up most of the emotions for the day,

Lost words, broken down conversation and different languages,

Will be the constant noises of voices whilst everyone gets to know each other,

A shake of the hand and may be a few kisses, I’ll give anyway.

For Nirmala it is a dream come true to reality,

A dream that has taken so many months for everyone to be re-united,

I won’t feel so excited and so emotional as Nirmala will,

Because they are my In-laws and I don’t know them that well.

I know that Nirmala has stopped counting the weeks and has gone to days,

And every few days I have been asked, ‘When are they coming to Australia?’

I just answer, ‘Why don’t you ring Michael up. He’ll tell you!’

‘No, do it for me. You haven’t spoken to Michael in a while!’

So I know how special,

This day will be to Nirmala,

Tears,

Or no tears!

Poem Number 260 - Dictionary Of Words - 3/21988

Locating a word in the dictionary,

Is easy to do if you know how to spell,

And you only search for it to get a better understanding,

Or the complete meaning of it, so you can relate it to someone else.

Poem Number 259 - As The Shepherds Will Flock.... - 3/2/1988

I say to you people of Christianity,

‘Let us all listen carefully with time in our hands,

Ears open to any minute noise of words spoken,

And with eyes enlightened with the words and gifts God gives us’.

My children and brothers, ‘It is so true, I heard,

That our society is not keeping up with the teaching of God,

Even by stopping for one minute of the day to give time to God,

Is this true that we are all blind: not seeing the buildings in our hearts collapse?

Dear children, it is not too late to do your bit everyday,

It is not up to the world to stop for you,

It is the choice of yours to find the right moment,

To give a little of your inexpensive life: to God’s honour.

Pray to God for complete forgiveness,

And pray for eternal peace to everyone on earth,

Pray love for all the people who are deep at heart,

Even the souls whom have departed from the earth.

If you don’t want to pray, then read a few verses from the bible,

To show understanding of God’s preaching of love and peace on earth, years ago.

Forgiving sins of everyone forever more,

Making the people in hearts grows rich, but health is poor.

For there are lots and lots of many ways and things to do,

But only you as God’s individual Christian can decide for self.

So bring the good news of God deeper into our world,

As the shepherds flock, until the good words are told.

Poem Number 258 - Hypnotised By Television - 3/2/1988

As a little boy, my eyes glared at the TV everyday,

As soon I could listen to words and read pictures,

I remember the television in black and white,

With children shows from ‘Aussie ostrich! To an adult serial called ‘F.B.I’.

Before school, my mother prepares my lunch for me,

While I studied the early morning program,

Total concentration; not one word was said to me,

When I was asked to do something by my parents.

Even when I was ten years of age,

And my younger sister only five,

 I used to get jealous as I left for school early,

Whilst my sister kept watch on the ‘morn programme’.

My stubbornness grew when the show called, ‘Number 96’,

Started on a night I thought I was old enough to watch.

Yet next day the main discussion at peer groups,

 Was who saw the new show, ‘Number 96’ and if not, why not?

I think one of my main reasons why I didn’t study hard in year 11 and 12,

Was that I was more anxious to get back home from school,

Where teachers batter you with continual work, everyday,

And see the newest American cop show or Australian soapie!

And when I completed school I purchased a colour TV,

It was the first the family ever had and all eyes were glued to it.

Of course, I have priority in watching it,

But fights and sighs arose when I wanted to use it.

As the time went by and I left home,

I watched as little as I used to,

My heart bleeds till the day,

When my television was stolen from where I was living.

Now with rented TV for the past three years,

With a view to purchase a complete new one,

I watch what I can when I can,

But being married to such a beautiful wife,

I don’t need to be hypnotized by TV anymore!

Poem Number 257 - Election Show Offs - 3/2/1988

For ‘Unsworth promises’ to all new South Welshmen,

Is to be Premier of this State of ours only for glory,

For there is nothing good he can do for this State,

And just flashing his head for press releases will not make this State ‘Great!’

He has taken over from ‘Never Ran’, whose horse was always beaten to the line by others,

‘Never Ran’ mumbled and fumbled and waffled, ‘His man’!

But ‘ his your man’ has disappeared from a household name,

To the whispers of back street lane.

As the “ALP’ always use gimmicks to steal votes,

The public is not as dumb as the ‘ALP’ think they are.

Only militant unionists will keep Barry’s vote happy,

Not even the State Rail Police have confidence in you.

What the public wants to see in the government of New South Wales,

Are clean clear-cut policies that are kept to word by word,

By all members of that party lead government,

Who is respected for all legislations passed throughout their term.

So a team to lead for the State elections,

Of which they are gaining popularity throughout the community,

Will be the ‘Greiner/Liberal Team’,

As they are not ‘Show-offs’!

Poem Number 256 - Banking To Save - 3/2/1988

Now we are married we have put our heads together,

To think and work out at first how much maximum we can save.

For the first few months we have found,

That you always want to purchase something extra, every fortnight.

But as you payoff the bills ‘Uno by Uno’

You financially workout the extra cent how much you spend.

Whilst doing that you can work out,

What proportion do you put aside for savings?

‘How do you do your banking?’ you ask yourself,

The thinking starts when you work out how many bank accounts you have.

That is, one for house savings, one for household items,

One for household bills and one for each personal shopping.

Then you work out what proportion you put aside,

For bills, household items (shopping) and personal shopping,

With most consideration given to the amount,

That is specially put aside to save for major items.

There are different ways of working it out properly,

Methods are completely different to the individual.

Yet for a couple to plan their life together,

Commonsense will be brought into ‘banking to save!’

Poem Number 255 - First Job For My Wife In Australia - 3/2/1988

By chance last week I was walking buy a shop:

A furniture shop in Cronulla we have bought products for us,

And a handwritten notice was advertised in the front window,

‘A casual cleaner wanted at our Taren Point warehouse.’

And so it was, I let it rest for a day or so,

Yet I mentioned to her of this job,

And the reply I received wasn’t so anxious,

Sow with self –determination I have within myself:

I picked up the telephone and enquired with interest.

The lady that was speaking (Mrs. Gibson), told me of everything under the sun about this job.

 She couldn’t have been a nicer descriptive person,

She asked me of the transport difficulty for Nirmala.

And I told her, that is our problem to sort out,

So I rang up my mother to dive us there,

And she agreed to do so in her own rush.

Twelve hours a week at nine dollars per hour.

This seemed to be a terrific wage for Nirmala’s first job,

It would help us pay the bills off quicker,

And bring some little more relief to us both,

So off we three went with little signs of confidence.

To discover the job requirements for this vacancy,

And with Mrs. Gibson pointing out the description and setting out the rules,

Left my self with extreme confidence that Mrs. Gibson would recommend Nirmala for the job,

So that next day arrived and we would all arrive for the interview at the correct time.

A phone later I picked up from Mrs. Gibson wanted Nirmala to start on a trial basis,

So with a look at both Nirmala’s & mum’s face, I agreed on that,

And Nirmala was to be taken by mum, to start at 9am that day,

Well with a vacuum cleaner just bought for us as well.

Mum jokingly asked Nirmala to clean her rug (that she had given us),

So laughing, Nirmala picked up our new cleaner and commenced cleaning.

Both mum and myself looked at each other and smiled,

After her first day at work where she’s got lots to do.

Eight offices, once large showroom, ladies toilets and kitchen,

Men’s toilets and kitchen and another piece of showroom (not so big)!

After proper organization of the tasks to do,

Poor Nirmala came back, collapse and slept.

Poem Number 254 - Heartless Reasons- 3/2/1988

Murderer’s of masses seems to be a common daily occurrence,

With families being wiped out overnight,

And male and female relationships being destroyed,

To the neighbourly tune of gunshots in the air.

Some may seem heartless reasons,

The one’s that are so, are not so,

Yet with passionate killing of all mother’s nature kind,

There is no sudden stop and murderers are all kind.

The girlfriend has been caught in bed with another guy,

Or a friend is not considerate to that person anymore.

An argument with someone chose over nothing,

The reasons do not really constitute true reasons at all.

The person who carries the gun for human killings,

Is the person, who comes from any family background,

You could being a lonely quiet spoilt family,

Or a noisy large family, where you are not paid attention or listened too.

So don’t think you’ll have quite a restful night,

Every night after you lay yourself in bed to sleep,

There could be a family suicide/murder overnight,

Maybe not yours but you may have been close to it!

Poem Number 253 - Is It Cricket? - 2/2/1988

To wear white on a mid summer night,

To have three pieces of wood with two bits living on top,

To be packed up for protection against bowlers,

To be hitting a cricket ball with a wooden cricket bat,

To make run or runs to a high point score.

Not to be bowled by a fast bowler or spinner,

Not to be caught in the slips, gully on outer field,

Not to be bowled without hitting the ball with the bat (LBW),

Not to be caught on a run out when deciding to go for a hard run.

Not to be caught off the glove or the hand,

To make a century runs or two,

To get all ten wickets without a run being scored,

To not agree with the empire’s decisions!

Is this cricket? Is this cricket season?

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Poem Number 252 - Is Silent Golden? - 2/2/1988

It depends on a lot of things,

Whether you consider being silent,

As if you are used to continual taking all day long,

Then maybe it could be the right for and then again it could be wrong.

But the phrase ‘Golden silence’,

Is a phrase not many humans in our society memorize,

To not say a word or two or even make a sound,

Yet others speak to let out their peace.

Knowing when you speak, is the moment of doubt,

If you are warm-hearted and lovable you will keep to yourself,

And by using this golden silence may lead to two things,

One is more loving, caring relationship of more boisterous partner.

So is Silence golden?

Only if you can’t answer that!

Poem Number 251 - Sick Leave Or Dead Leave - 2/2/1998

There’s nothing wrong to take proper sick leave,

If you are sick within reason,

And you cannot be working,

Or come to work because of this sickness.

For you to surely measure up to being sick,

One, you firstly taste the air around you in the morn,

And if you decide because of to much hot air,

That you don’t go to work. You don’t go to work!

Second, tie your left hand to your right hand,

And pick up the phone with your left leg,

So that when you ring up your boss to report sick,

You tell him that you are unable to go to the front door (Have your wife witness this!).

Thirdly, as your wife is watching you, you tell her how sick you are,

(Not much) and politely asked her to bake your bacon and eggs.

With one cup of tea, one white and fourteen sugars,

If she asks why about the sugar, tell her that if the boss comes around he’ll really be sick.

Fourthly, after breakfast (while tied up) you can then untie your hand and leg,

Don’t breathe out for one and a half minutes!

Before releasing your breath, put your hands tightly around your neck,

Make sure choke yourself before releasing your breath.

Lastly, as you are now lying dead,

You would not be reading what’s left to read,

And you’ll feel glad, as you’ll be taking another sick leave tomorrow,

But guess what? You will not have to ring up this time!

Poem Number 250 - Good News! - 2/2/1988

Just a few minutes ago, there was a visit from Craig and Sue Mountain,

They come to tell us of their news,

News to me, which may be little sad,

But to my wife she seems glad.

It must be such luck for them to tell us,

They must like us, as we all haven’t spoken for a while,

My wife says she doesn’t like them,

Because they used to come and talk to us a lot.

But to me, they were only being their own friendly persons,

They put a good word for us to the Real Estate Agent,

They wanted us as friends as they probably needed some,

But I used to get into trouble by my wife, in words said.

My wife used to say, ‘So you make love with Sue?’

And \I used to reply, ‘And you make love with Craig?’

But this grew from jokes to seriousness,

I promised I wouldn’t speak to them or invite them to our place again.

So now they are telling us that they want to move,

Move to a bigger flat further down south.

A flat they will pay more rent,

A flat they will put themselves at rest.

They are sick tired of telling number 5 to clear their garbage,

And number 2 complaining about number 6 (hey, that’s us!),

And complaining of numbers eight and number 3,

Whilst number 6 (us) complained to number 5, of a kitten from number 1 (Sue and Craig).

Yet number 4 and number 7are quiet!

If you understand of all the complaints,

Then you could ad this to you list,

Number 6 complaining about number 2’s baby’s constant crying!

Poem Number 249 - My Department..... - 2/2/1988

This has been an on going argument,

Which started on such a serious note.

It was on the week that we had just signed the lease for the flat,

And things were being done whilst one was at work.

I left the purchasing of furniture and necessities,

With firstly, my wife jointly with my mother,

As each day came to end both at work and in the flat,

I grew tired and restless in not seeing what was being purchased.

There was a round dining room table,

Complete with dining room chairs,

A coffee table, extra food and curtains:

To me occurred too much to get!

It was good that on the Friday before moving in,

All three of us sat altogether to listen,

I was being honest in what I said that night,

And that was firstly I trust them both,

But I wanted to physically see where money was being spent.

Maybe, I had a feeling of greed or distrust,

But I was told the kitchen was ‘ Nirmala’s department’!

So I replied saying, ‘What do you mean by that?’

Mum answered, ‘Who will spend most of the time in the kitchen?’

It was true that Nirmala would spend more time in the kitchen,

But wouldn’t it be fair to ask the same question, for each other room?

I didn’t ask them that question due to decency,

So I let this matter lie ‘under the table!’

Eventually a week or two passed and I was asked to get a copy of the garbage key, cut,

So I said, ‘This is my Department!

Since you have your department, I also have mine.’

But this wasn’t taken too lightly and tempers arose.

So much so, that I mentioned it to my mother one night,

And after a few tempered phone calls from myself,

The air and atmosphere left me on my own,

Not even my wife backed me up a hundred percent!

SO NOW, WHO’S GOT WHICH DEPARTMENT?

Poem Number 248 - Our Original Decision - 2/2/1988

It has taken to put these special thoughts into words,

To express feelings of what both Nirmala and I want to say in words,

To me, it is not so difficult to write when it is need to do so,

But when you love someone or feel so close to someone you want it to be known.

It was Australia day of eighty-eight,

We decided to see my sister-in-law,

Whilst relaxed we are and were: the sun just a little hot,

The atmosphere was set for a long enjoyable afternoon.

This day also being so special to us and we have kept quiet,

Is like that on every Tuesday being ‘Nirmala’s day of prayers to her God.

This happens if she is not pregnant or going menstrual periods,

And our agreement is not to eat or drink alcohol on this day as well as meat.

It is an agreement I respect to her, as a husband of faith,

And whilst some people (mostly men) don’t understand this properly,

I have always done so, since our day of memorable marriage,

Except for this Bi-centennial day where I was embarrassed to drink.

My brother-in-law wanted me to drink beer,

But I tried to tell him that I didn’t want to drink it.

He asked, ‘Am I mad and do I wear a skirt?’

As I told what reason it was- that it was in my heart.

But I could see that Pushpa questioned Nirmala,

And I by Michael, who could stop laughing at me,

So I glanced at her for a moment or two,

To see her head in the positive nod while she was hurt inside.

It wasn’t so much that she was hurt, inside,

But Michael and Pushpa and possibly I put her to shame.

When I wouldn’t as so much take a sip of beer,

I could sustain myself but before I sipped, I disputed it with Nirmala.

Even when we arrived back home, she was quiet,

Yet when I brought it up, she said, ‘You do want you want!’

But it was said in a way that I had started this trouble from the beginning,

So I pointed out that I have decided to stay and honour with our original decision.

Poem Number 247 - Bi-Centennial Toothache - 2/2/1988

As Australia’s special once in a life time event,

Is celebrated by most Australians,

The aborigines show their disgust by silent protests,

Declared campsites along the shores of Sydney ‘their own’.

It must be easy for Australians to celebrate,

Celebrate ‘the making of a nation’, by whites.

It was the English and Europeans backgrounds,

That joined their champagne with a noise of cheer.

Whilst watching hundreds of thousands of people,

Camp, prepare and wait for the tall ships and first fleet arrive,

To see thousands of watercraft follow the ships in,

To see at night fireworks, that thousands wait to adore.

For most of the morning all along,

I have had a consistent toothache pain,

From one tooth to another spreading across my mouth,

Yet in two days time my four wisdom teeth will be pulled out.

And for a few days or a week,

There will be a pain that should decrease in my mouth,

A pain that I will have to wash, rinse and care,

For only rest and comfortness will replace what I have lost.

For yes, I care of Australia’s historical day,

But for crowded and crowded shoreline views,

Nothing seems to be representing the old storyline, except the new,

But for I at this moment have got a bi-centennial toothache.

For millions of dollars are being spent,

And yet with this country in deficit,

Our taxpayers are being splurged to more deficits,

For new lights, new streamers and also new balloons.

With Bob Hawke smiling (as his own tax is minor towards costs),

And Barry Unsworth is using the bi-centenary and the royals as his election scapegoat,

And glories of unpredicted uncertainties of self-glory for Barry,

Election fever is closer than expected and his fever is boxing.