He’s one of us, he’s a Goodfella.

I’m reminded of the time I was a Goodfella and we had a gang meeting.There was Micky EyesME “What’s up fella”Pete the KillerPtK “I took care of that thing for you”Sally Balls’ brother Fat AndyFA “Salute”And Jimmy Ninety Two Times. He got that name because he said everything 92 timesJ92x “I’m going to get theContinue reading “He’s one of us, he’s a Goodfella.”

Milk and a biscuit. A poem.

Inspired by the night time ritual with my children. “A glass of milk, alone, is a splendid treat. A biscuit, solo, tastes oh so sweet. There must have been a time when milk and biscuit were sister and brother because when taken together they complement one another. Just before bed they can help you sleep.”Continue reading “Milk and a biscuit. A poem.”

The Jolly Swagman. A poem.

There was a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, under the shade of a coolibah tree. And he sang as he sat as he waited ’til his billy boiled “Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me?” The swagman was arrested and they charged him with vagrancy, the loggers chopped down the coolibah tree. And onceContinue reading “The Jolly Swagman. A poem.”

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