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Australian bush poetry, australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Bush Poetry, bush poets, poem, poetry, sonnet
The poet of the bush was quite confused.
This sensitive misguided rural bloke
Had writ, with no intention to provoke,
One night when sentimental sad and boozed,
A poem that was sure to be refused
An audience by all good country folk,
Who’d think him just another hopeless soak
Whose scribblings just couldn’t be excused.
He’d quite forgotten how he’d stumbled on it.
It wasn’t clever and it wasn’t funny.
It surely wouldn’t make him any money.
It wouldn’t buy the baby a new bonnet.
No droughts or floods and no exploding dunny.
No true blue bushie writes a bloody sonnet!
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Another fun read, Dennis 🙂
Thanks Eric
Very well done, as usual, Dennis. And I agree with Eric: definitely fun to read. My favorite part: “This sensitive, misguided rural bloke had writ” It’s perfect!
Yep, just a bit of fun.
I like that one! 🙂 How ironic that the bush poet’s sonnet would be rejected by the good country folk AND the modern “city” folk who have abandoned rhyme and rhythm.
Doubt if it would be by most Dennis, but I could tell you some funny stories about bush poets all the same. 😉
Tee! Hee! Another good & clever write by Mr. O’Brien…
Hugely enjoyed – nice work.
Glad you liked it.