Poems ✍️

Tallebudgera, my kind of town,
a black community and sunburnt place.
At night it is the 'roos and hairy wombats
the daytime does belong to four-ex beer.
The blokes in Canberra, they ain't fair dinkum,
but there has never been a day without the grog,
could be they like us, all the black fellows,
and when the train goes by they stand and wave.
Life can be good like this, no need to ever work
live off the land and keep the inner workings wet,
white fellow made his peace some yonks ago,
and serves his sly apologies on a big platter.