ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Hey Dave

Fiddling with your lines a bit to get some rhymes, how about:

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."

Regards


John Peel

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too

WW


Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight

TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.

JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"

NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

And to keep the tale continuing...

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW


Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

D'ya think we could present this at Tamworth

TTFN

And to keep the tale continuing...

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW


Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

They learnt three chords and thrashed them out
the joggers danced in line,
as feedback from the P.A. made
the blue dog start to whine
MP

ps. I think amidst the line-dancing joggers, the hard rock music, the howling dingo and the whining blue . . . that billy's boiled dry

oyhh! I've been lost in the stampeed.

Serves me right for having an early night. I'll try to get up to speed later in the day. Great to see all these poets joining in.
You don't really need me at all.

And to keep the tale continuing...

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW


Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

They learnt three chords and thrashed them out
the joggers danced in line,
as feedback from the P.A. made
the blue dog start to whine
MP

The old bushies mum was still alive ?
we really were amazed
but they build them strong in Thologolong
se he wasnt really fazed
MB


They build them strong
They build them tough
Now that’s not wrong
But dancing rough
WW

And to keep the tale continuing...

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW


Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

They learnt three chords and thrashed them out
the joggers danced in line,
as feedback from the P.A. made
the blue dog start to whine
MP

The old bushies mum was still alive ?
we really were amazed
but they build them strong in Thologolong
se he wasnt really fazed
MB


They build them strong
They build them tough
Now that’s not wrong
But dancing rough
WW

About this time the bushman
wakes up with a throbbing head.
and swears of booze for evermore,
he'll stick with tea instead.
TP

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW

Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

They learnt three chords and thrashed them out
the joggers danced in line,
as feedback from the P.A. made
the blue dog start to whine
MP

The old bushies mum was still alive ?
we really were amazed
but they build them strong in Thologolong
se he wasnt really fazed
MB

They build them strong
They build them tough
Now that’s not wrong
But dancing's rough
WW

About this time the bushman
wakes up with a throbbing head.
and swears of booze for evermore,
he'll stick with tea instead.
TP

puts Lapsang Souchong in the pot
more than enough for two.
He figured Mum would like a cup -
she loved that smoky brew
MKC

Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils

The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.

He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.

He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC

But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.

He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.

Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW

Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP

There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP

A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM

"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV

The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH

He packed his gear, kicked out the fire
and went back to the house,
"Hey Mum you ought to tell them off,
they think I'm Mickey Mouse."
DS

He headed back towards the bush
with dog and mum at hand -
they'd gathered up some instruments
and formed a hard rock band.
JP

They learnt three chords and thrashed them out
the joggers danced in line,
as feedback from the P.A. made
the blue dog start to whine
MP

The old bushies mum was still alive ?
we really were amazed
but they build them strong in Thologolong
se he wasnt really fazed
MB

They build them strong
They build them tough
Now that’s not wrong
But dancing's rough
WW

About this time the bushman
wakes up with a throbbing head.
and swears of booze for evermore,
he'll stick with tea instead.
TP

puts Lapsang Souchong in the pot
more than enough for two.
He figured Mum would like a cup -
she loved that smoky brew
MKC

The poor old Blue dog he lay down
Pretending he was dead
All this stuff his boss was dreaming
Was just doing in his head
DS

Struth It's a long way to the top

TTFN