STRIKE ME PINK (in the style of CJ Dennis)

© Zondrae King


Winner, 2009 ‘Oracles of the Bush' - Humorous Section, Tenterfield NSW.


They dragged me t tha city. Told me “otherwise you’ll die

a slow and painful death” they sez. “Well save me then.” sez I.

See it’s me art wot’s playin up n givin me the stick.

They put me in the ospital, to fix it up real quick.

It’s globs o fat wot’s bunchin up and cloggin all me veins.

They fix it with a wire, just like cleanin out ya drains.


The Doc comes in. Well strike me pink, e looks just 12 year old,

an nursie says “Now you lie back and do wot you are told”.

This Doctor kid’s Chinese I think or maybe e’s Malay.

I wish e wouldn’t grin at me and rub is ands that way

like e’s preparing dinner, or to carve the Sundee roast.

If I cud see a mirror I’d be whiter n a ghost.


At least e talks Austra’n good. I ear each word e sed.

“Don’t worry now.” e says to me and pats me on the ed.

The operatin room is next, the wardsman wheels me in.

There’s lights and screens and dials n Doc is gowned up to is chin.

They ooks me up to their machine and things start going ‘ping’.

It’s scary, like a UFO, and me ooked to the thing.


They ad me in this dressin gown wot opened down the rear

and paper undies, what a laugh, around me weddin gear.

Next thing I know e’s pokin’ in a tube right thru me vein

then squirtin in some magic dye n pulls it out again.

E points a finger at a screen n slowly rubs is chin.

Examines  all the wiggley lines n sez, “We can begin.”


“Ah There’s the spot!” e tells the nurse o wears a gown and mask.

But wot e tries to show er I don’t ave tha nerve to ask.

“Aah, some sedation here I think” e says to er. Well gee,

if e needs some sedation, I ask, wot about poor me?

“A stent ill do the trick” e sez. Well what’s a flamin’ stent?

It helps tha blood flow to yer art. It’s like a wire tent.


A wire tent stuck in me veins. “Well strike me roan,” sez me.

“Oh don’t you worry now.” E sez n pats me on tha knee.

They place the stent n press it out and I don’t feel the best.

It’s like a flamin elephant is standin on me chest.

They use a scale from one t ten t elp describe tha pain.

Well blow their numbers. I doh wanna feel that crook again.


They tell me this ere doctor kid wots lookin after me

is ed Prafessa of the eart at Uni-vers-atee.

This stent e put inside me is like some macramé thing

except that it is made of special wire ‘stead a string.

E knows is job and es the best so I need ave no fears

cause after e is done I’ll last another 20 years.


I’m feelin much more like meself n back in me own digs.

I’m glad I didn’t need them valves they’re transplantin from pigs.

Instructions are: I exercise to elp improve me mood,

at least a alf an our a day, n av ta watch me food.

Rememberin ta take me pills’ll be an up ill battle.

But if it happens I should fall - well strike me pink, I’ll rattle.


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