ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Harry borrowed these prompts so I thought it was only fair that I posted my effort here as well

Bush Tucker
He had handed me some mildewed rolls as though they were a treat,
And he reckoned that his cooking skills, were always hard to beat.
Get that into you old son, it tastes a bit like garlic bread,
it’s goanna oil I used to cook my Bacon Bones he said.

Then he poured me out a mugful of his special type homebrew
And I should have chucked it out then from past failures that I knew
But he reckoned that it tastes a bit like scotch and ginger wine
and I told him that he really was a rotten lying swine

so, we sit about there telling lies - there’s nothing else to do;
then he’s on about bed socks, he’s like that when he’s had a few.
Next he reckoned he’d been shooting Roo’s out on a misty night;
not a problem though he reckoned, for he had a bright fog light.

©T.E. Piggott

Well you certainly put those prompts to good use I bet your mate lies about the size of the fish he catches as well

Hi Maureen

Pretty well done that set of prompts to death I reckon.

Did I tell you that one about …… yeah, I'm sure I did.

Cheers

Terry

A good light-hearted poem that I reckon could be lengthened into quite an interesting longer tale somewhere down the track, Terry !

G/day Catherine

A bit different to my usual efforts - a bit of fun really.
Mind you I've known a bloke or two who would fit the picture.

Cheers and thanks

Terry

I've been served bush cookery that wasn't too different from that Terry, Good on you for having a go, you still have a wealth of colourful images from the " roaring days "

Good one Terry - and yes, sounds like a few old codgers I've come across too.

Cheers
Shelley