Kym's Party
Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 7:31 pm
I'm not sure if this is the poem that everyone had a go at writing, but if it isn't then it is along the same lines.
KYMS PARTY
2007/May
My poor old mate Kym Eitel, she's been getting bored they say
So I rang a few bush poets and said to them all that day.
"Hey grab a slab and head for Kyms, a party's going down.
We have to cheer the mad mare up she's wearing one big frown”.
Bush poets came from everywhere, they heard Merv's desp'rate call
With food and drink and spoken verse, the whole crowd had a ball
And Kym was there rejoicing as the centre of attention.
A great time there - so if you're bored, you've only got to mention.
The grey one and the silver fox - sent out a call, it's true,
to all the online poets who might cheer a poet blue.
So each one tried to do our bit and offer up a line
I'll bring some chips and dips and snags and you can bring the wine
Barry Lake hales from Narooma. He’s a natural MC
He cleared a spot, kicked off the show despite his dicky knee.
His poem was a classic – it brought tears to every eye.
about the time ‘When Grandad Sang the Road to Gundagi’.
Blue the Shearer couldn’t make it but still gave us a laugh.
Dave Meyers stepped up confidant and spoke on his behalf.
He recited, in his careful drawl, it made the squeamish ill,
the tale of ‘Down Boy’, sausage and the veterinary pill.
Vic Jefferies stood and took the mike - although he never needs it.
His velvet voice could sooth wild beasts. (I wonder what he feeds it.)
Reciting about mateship with his 'Bluey, Jack and Me'
then pushed his hat back on his head and had a cup of tea.
Then someone talked Therese into reciting one of hers-
it seems it's not a happening that very oft' occurs.
She chose to tell that lovely poem from last months competition.
You'd have to say she did a most exceptional rendition.
And next Frank Daniel to the floor to spin a yarn or two.
He says himself, of lies he tells that only half are true.
Although I know that mostly, when he's talking of his youth,
the yarns he tells of farming days and wagging school are truth.
Appearing in a corner, just as if it’s from thin air
is 'Swaggie' Campbell Irving on his way to - who knows where.
He heard about the party from somebody or other
and thought he'd come and warm us with 'Spiritual Earth Mother'.
As other poets took their turn they, each one, did their bit.
Peter Mace rode ‘Turbulance’ - H and Janes’ song was a hit.
Someone did CJ Dennis, ahh my favourite, ‘The Play’.
It’s brilliant. (How I wish that one day I could write that way.)
A major disappointment, Carol Heuchan’s booked elsewhere.
She sent Kym her apology and said it wasn’t fair
that she had missed the party and missed meeting everyone.
Sent cheer up messages to Kym and hoped we all had fun.
Then Peeley did his 'Elvis' thing and stole the flamin' show.
He's from the bush but he's no country bumpkin you should know.
He sang a bit and swung his hips and made the ladies shiver
then finished up his stage time with 'The Man From Snowy River'.
At a table in a corner drinking milkshakes in a glass
was brooding brother Bernard. His dark glasses gave him class.
But as the night got older he began to sway and hum.
The milkshake is a decoy it was laced with Bundy Rum.
Time flew. The night went on and we all had a bit to drink.
The girls met in the kitchen and all gathered by the sink.
Then Zondrae got all teary and asked them all 'Why Me'?
…..it all began a while ago, and damn that apple tree!
*note the reference to David Meyers who passed away very recently.
some of those mentioned no longer 'play' with us. Some are from the Bush verse site and some are performers from my neck of the woods. In any case, if this party were to ever be put together - I'm there. - It would have to be a three stage event. I will also post my poem 'Why Me' for those who are newer to the ''club".
KYMS PARTY
2007/May
My poor old mate Kym Eitel, she's been getting bored they say
So I rang a few bush poets and said to them all that day.
"Hey grab a slab and head for Kyms, a party's going down.
We have to cheer the mad mare up she's wearing one big frown”.
Bush poets came from everywhere, they heard Merv's desp'rate call
With food and drink and spoken verse, the whole crowd had a ball
And Kym was there rejoicing as the centre of attention.
A great time there - so if you're bored, you've only got to mention.
The grey one and the silver fox - sent out a call, it's true,
to all the online poets who might cheer a poet blue.
So each one tried to do our bit and offer up a line
I'll bring some chips and dips and snags and you can bring the wine
Barry Lake hales from Narooma. He’s a natural MC
He cleared a spot, kicked off the show despite his dicky knee.
His poem was a classic – it brought tears to every eye.
about the time ‘When Grandad Sang the Road to Gundagi’.
Blue the Shearer couldn’t make it but still gave us a laugh.
Dave Meyers stepped up confidant and spoke on his behalf.
He recited, in his careful drawl, it made the squeamish ill,
the tale of ‘Down Boy’, sausage and the veterinary pill.
Vic Jefferies stood and took the mike - although he never needs it.
His velvet voice could sooth wild beasts. (I wonder what he feeds it.)
Reciting about mateship with his 'Bluey, Jack and Me'
then pushed his hat back on his head and had a cup of tea.
Then someone talked Therese into reciting one of hers-
it seems it's not a happening that very oft' occurs.
She chose to tell that lovely poem from last months competition.
You'd have to say she did a most exceptional rendition.
And next Frank Daniel to the floor to spin a yarn or two.
He says himself, of lies he tells that only half are true.
Although I know that mostly, when he's talking of his youth,
the yarns he tells of farming days and wagging school are truth.
Appearing in a corner, just as if it’s from thin air
is 'Swaggie' Campbell Irving on his way to - who knows where.
He heard about the party from somebody or other
and thought he'd come and warm us with 'Spiritual Earth Mother'.
As other poets took their turn they, each one, did their bit.
Peter Mace rode ‘Turbulance’ - H and Janes’ song was a hit.
Someone did CJ Dennis, ahh my favourite, ‘The Play’.
It’s brilliant. (How I wish that one day I could write that way.)
A major disappointment, Carol Heuchan’s booked elsewhere.
She sent Kym her apology and said it wasn’t fair
that she had missed the party and missed meeting everyone.
Sent cheer up messages to Kym and hoped we all had fun.
Then Peeley did his 'Elvis' thing and stole the flamin' show.
He's from the bush but he's no country bumpkin you should know.
He sang a bit and swung his hips and made the ladies shiver
then finished up his stage time with 'The Man From Snowy River'.
At a table in a corner drinking milkshakes in a glass
was brooding brother Bernard. His dark glasses gave him class.
But as the night got older he began to sway and hum.
The milkshake is a decoy it was laced with Bundy Rum.
Time flew. The night went on and we all had a bit to drink.
The girls met in the kitchen and all gathered by the sink.
Then Zondrae got all teary and asked them all 'Why Me'?
…..it all began a while ago, and damn that apple tree!
*note the reference to David Meyers who passed away very recently.
some of those mentioned no longer 'play' with us. Some are from the Bush verse site and some are performers from my neck of the woods. In any case, if this party were to ever be put together - I'm there. - It would have to be a three stage event. I will also post my poem 'Why Me' for those who are newer to the ''club".