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.”
It’s time for your bath baby Joshua. Put you in the tub for a washua. Scrub scrub scrub your little botua. Until you are nice and clean Joshua.
I like to drive my car. I can go fast and I can go far. But I must remember to put fuel in otherwise I stop still until the engine gets its drink.
Please Mrs. Sasquatch tell me why your feet are so big? Please Mrs. Sasquatch tell me where you buy your shoes? Living in the woods you would need a stout walking boot. Or maybe a Wellington up to your knee. Then if you stood on a broken branch or sharp twig. It wouldn’t hurt youContinue reading “Oh Mrs. Sasquatch”
Howdy partner the cowboys said. Six guns, hats and neckerchiefs of red. They rode the range for many a year, moving cows from there to here. Whiskey drinking, God fearing, poker playing men of the West.
In and out and up and down and twice around and through. This is how far I’d go to show my love for you.
The last of my Christmas Day yeti musings. YouTube video
Musings on Wildmen and other hominids. YouTube video https://youtu.be/a18ft5YAbec