Clancy's Aussie Post KO
Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 4:56 pm
Clancy’s Aussie Post KO
© David Campbell 1/06/16
(with apologies to Mr Paterson!)
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
knowledge, sent to where I met him in a town not far away.
I had stamped it and addressed it and then sent it, yes, you guessed it,
via Aussie Post, the lottery that’s sending us all grey!
When no answer came directed as I normally expected
I began to think that Clancy might be laid up in his bed,
so I saddled up Apollo and I left our sleepy hollow
to ensure my friend was chipper and not crook or even dead!
But I found on my arrival that no threat to his survival
was apparent for old Clancy was as fit as fit could be,
so we chatted and decided that what Aussie Post provided
was a service that made “snail mail” seem a written guarantee!
He said: “Mate, I didn’t get it, and, in truth I’d like ter bet it
’as been sent ter forrin places, maybe Bourke or Gundagai,
or it’s gorn off fer a wander in that wide brown land out yonder
till it rests in letter ’eaven in that postbox in the sky.”
Now they’ve upped the bloody prices it’s a move that sacrifices
any hope of getting letters in this lifetime or the next,
for they disappear forever in a postal never-never,
leaving all we letter-writers feeling angry and perplexed.
But while sitting there with Clancy he said: “Mate, I rather fancy
there’s a brand new service comin’ that’ll be the way ter go.
Aussie Post can’t get much sicker an’ this new lot will be quicker,
so just keep a weather eye out fer a mob called Cobb & Co!"
© David Campbell 1/06/16
(with apologies to Mr Paterson!)
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
knowledge, sent to where I met him in a town not far away.
I had stamped it and addressed it and then sent it, yes, you guessed it,
via Aussie Post, the lottery that’s sending us all grey!
When no answer came directed as I normally expected
I began to think that Clancy might be laid up in his bed,
so I saddled up Apollo and I left our sleepy hollow
to ensure my friend was chipper and not crook or even dead!
But I found on my arrival that no threat to his survival
was apparent for old Clancy was as fit as fit could be,
so we chatted and decided that what Aussie Post provided
was a service that made “snail mail” seem a written guarantee!
He said: “Mate, I didn’t get it, and, in truth I’d like ter bet it
’as been sent ter forrin places, maybe Bourke or Gundagai,
or it’s gorn off fer a wander in that wide brown land out yonder
till it rests in letter ’eaven in that postbox in the sky.”
Now they’ve upped the bloody prices it’s a move that sacrifices
any hope of getting letters in this lifetime or the next,
for they disappear forever in a postal never-never,
leaving all we letter-writers feeling angry and perplexed.
But while sitting there with Clancy he said: “Mate, I rather fancy
there’s a brand new service comin’ that’ll be the way ter go.
Aussie Post can’t get much sicker an’ this new lot will be quicker,
so just keep a weather eye out fer a mob called Cobb & Co!"