by beres | 2017-06-24 | Humour, Poetry
It is probably only Australians who can write poetry about Australian icons that can be understood by Australians. Poor old Granddad’s passed away, cut off in his prime, He never had a day off crook, gone before his time. We found him in the dunny, collapsed...
by beres | 2017-06-08 | Beaurocracy, Government, Humour, Musings, Politics
My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might...
by beres | 2017-03-25 | Humour
I went over to eat dinner and spend the night with my great-uncle at his primitive cabin. He is almost 90 years old. I got there about lunchtime and he fixed me a hamburger. He serve it to me on a plate that was obviously dirty and I asked him about it. He said...
by beres | 2017-01-26 | Humour, Literature, Poetry
I was down the Riverina, knockin’ ‘round the towns a bit, And occasionally resting with a schooner in me mitt, And on one of these occasions, when the bar was pretty full And the local blokes were arguin’ an assorted kind of bull, I heard a conversation, most peculiar...
by beres | 2017-01-15 | Humour, Quotations
1 – I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize. 2 – Borrow money from pessimists — they don’t expect it back. 3 – Half the people you know are below average. 4 – 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name. 5 – 82.7% of all statistics...
by beres | 2017-01-14 | Humour, Poetry
GENTLE ALICE BROWN by: W.S. Gilbert (1836-1911) Twas a robber’s daughter, and her name was Alice Brown. Her father was the terror of a small Italian town; Her mother was a foolish, weak, but amiable old thing; But it isn’t of her parents that I’m...
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