Colloaborative poem

[Catherine Lee]

A famous poet once did say –
a young man’s fancy turns to love
and knowledge comes but wisdom lingers …
my thought’s more push leads to shove.
Five young farmers – true love lacking
dared to share all on TV …….
how for true love they were searching.
Aim for all – matrimony.

Brave, they came to meet the ladies
chosen for their attributes…
their compatibility
displayed in heels or cowboy boots.
Would a spark, spark with their meeting?
Would that spark flare into flame?
Or would romance wilt and wither?
Therein rests the romance game.
MKC

Now it would help I’m sure it’s true,
that if per chance I’d watched that show.
But none the less I’m always game,
to pick up pen and have a go.
And as I’ve known a girl or two -
though long ago I must admit.
With wooing days now far behind,
I must turn back the clock a bit.

I’m in my eighties still quite fit,
And have what you could call a farm.
Well, big backyard if truth be told,
but has some well-known old world charm
I’m out of practice with the chat,
But if the girls are keen to match.
and game to give romance a go,
I guess I could be quite a catch.
TEP

It wasn’t just the young bloods brave
Who put it out for all to see,
Some older gentlemen emerged
To risk a wild romantic spree,
And whilst some claimed failure at chat
‘twas noted they too owned a farm …..
Always a big chick magnet that.
Tread cautiously – promote your charm.

Now Mary, Margaret and Sue
Were country girls, wise to the ways
That farmers think – Oh yes they were
On fairy tales they’d not been raised.
But Jasmin was a city chick
Very high maintenance was she –
All doubted that she’d like farm life
But time will tell – as soon we’ll see.
MKC

So, one she thought, the older gent
would be her target on the show,
for his backyard farm was perfect
to suit her scheme to strike a blow!
Though what she did not comprehend
was he’d worked hard for all he had,
and genuine love is from the heart!
and he sensed false intentions bad!

For comes to light his property,
when saying, ‘welcome to my backyard’!
means, the vast gemfields of the West
(just like Russ Coight’s in that regard!)
And years, of gold prospecting had
entrenched life's values so you see,
‘gold diggers’ he’d sort out real quick
and that’s in all …reality!
R.B.

Old Jack the senior contender
he of four score years plus more
decided he would show her round
his acres in his four by four.
She ooed and aahed whilst bounced around
along the rutted outback tracks,
expressed delight in all she saw
and claimed to love the station hacks.

“Where are the boundaries Jack dear’’
Jasmin enquired “I see nowhere
a fence to indicate the end
and oh the landscape is so bare”
‘‘My boundaries the ocean blue
and the deep indigo of sky
the red soil just goes on forever’’
was Jack’s facetious reply.
MKC

‘Well, that’s all fine and dandy’, thought
the lady from “The Smoke”,
but where are friends and neighbours
of this ancient country bloke?
There’s nothing here for miles around
as far as I can tell,
I’ll have to change his attitudes
to dodge a living hell!

Though sacrifices must be made
when living in the scrubs,
I’ll miss all the attention,
entertainment, restaurants, clubs!
But keep on smiling, bait the hook;
that money will be grand!’
(Yet Jack was wise to anyone
who coveted his land).
CL

[Terry]

A famous poet once did say –
a young man’s fancy turns to love
and knowledge comes but wisdom lingers …
my thought’s more push leads to shove.
Five young farmers – true love lacking
dared to share all on TV …….
how for true love they were searching.
Aim for all – matrimony.

Brave, they came to meet the ladies
chosen for their attributes…
their compatibility
displayed in heels or cowboy boots.
Would a spark, spark with their meeting?
Would that spark flare into flame?
Or would romance wilt and wither?
Therein rests the romance game.
MKC

Now it would help I’m sure it’s true,
that if per chance I’d watched that show.
But none the less I’m always game,
to pick up pen and have a go.
And as I’ve known a girl or two -
though long ago I must admit.
With wooing days now far behind,
I must turn back the clock a bit.

I’m in my eighties still quite fit,
And have what you could call a farm.
Well, big backyard if truth be told,
but has some well-known old world charm
I’m out of practice with the chat,
But if the girls are keen to match.
and game to give romance a go,
I guess I could be quite a catch.
TEP

It wasn’t just the young bloods brave
Who put it out for all to see,
Some older gentlemen emerged
To risk a wild romantic spree,
And whilst some claimed failure at chat
‘twas noted they too owned a farm …..
Always a big chick magnet that.
Tread cautiously – promote your charm.

Now Mary, Margaret and Sue
Were country girls, wise to the ways
That farmers think – Oh yes they were
On fairy tales they’d not been raised.
But Jasmin was a city chick
Very high maintenance was she –
All doubted that she’d like farm life
But time will tell – as soon we’ll see.
MKC

So, one she thought, the older gent
would be her target on the show,
for his backyard farm was perfect
to suit her scheme to strike a blow!
Though what she did not comprehend
was he’d worked hard for all he had,
and genuine love is from the heart!
and he sensed false intentions bad!

For comes to light his property,
when saying, ‘welcome to my backyard’!
means, the vast gemfields of the West
(just like Russ Coight’s in that regard!)
And years, of gold prospecting had
entrenched life's values so you see,
‘gold diggers’ he’d sort out real quick
and that’s in all …reality!
R.B.

Old Jack the senior contender
he of four score years plus more
decided he would show her round
his acres in his four by four.
She ooed and aahed whilst bounced around
along the rutted outback tracks,
expressed delight in all she saw
and claimed to love the station hacks.

“Where are the boundaries Jack dear’’
Jasmin enquired “I see nowhere
a fence to indicate the end
and oh the landscape is so bare”
‘‘My boundaries the ocean blue
and the deep indigo of sky
the red soil just goes on forever’’
was Jack’s facetious reply.
MKC

‘Well, that’s all fine and dandy’, thought
the lady from “The Smoke”,
but where are friends and neighbours
of this ancient country bloke?
There’s nothing here for miles around
as far as I can tell,
I’ll have to change his attitudes
to dodge a living hell!

Though sacrifices must be made
when living in the scrubs,
I’ll miss all the attention,
entertainment, restaurants, clubs!
But keep on smiling, bait the hook;
that money will be grand!’
(Yet Jack was wise to anyone
who coveted his land).
CL

Jack chuckled to himself again,
this Sheila thinks she’s really cool,
She hasn’t got a clue you know,
so now he’ll act the flamen fool.
She asks then where his house might be
and is it very far from here.
So then he has to break the news,
I have a mobile home my dear!

A look of near despair then danced
across her sweet and lovely face.
And said she wanted to go home,
she though he was a darn disgrace.
So Jack then knew he must be quick
and have a plan to keep her there.
so flashes then a hunk of gold,
and said, my sweet, it’s yours to wear.
TEP

[Terry]

Help Maureen, I've messed it up somehow.

Terry