| Bluey's Trip |
| Bluey was a country bloke, raised up the tablelands, He wasn't handsome, tall or rich, he was just, a handyman. |
| He knew his way around a horse, and farming was his game, He'd mastered tools of country folk, that was his claim to fame. |
| When something needed fixing, Bluey was their port of call, Bikes and cars, and this and that, they knew he'd fix them all. |
| Now Bluey had a cousin, and his name was 'Slicker' Ned, He never knew the country life, as he was city bred. |
| When Bluey got his letter, asking him to lend a hand, Ned needed Bluey's expertise, the best in all the land. |
| He packed his swag and off he set, and hitched a ride to town, He'd never seen the city, so he thought he'd look around. |
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| Ned was soon the perfect host, and when the work was done, He said, "Come on, me country cus, let's go and have some fun". |
| He showed his cousin Bluey, just how city folk could play, He took him here, he took him there, till sunset every day. |
| Last morning as they started out, Ned smiled a secret smile, He'd organised the thrill of thrills, he'd send Blue off in style! |
| And as they neared the area, Ned gave his arm a thump, "Here you are, me country cus, today we BUNGEE JUMP" ! |
| Now Bluey was a bit afraid, but didn't let it show, With mounting trepidation, he then simply said, "let's go". |
| They measured Bluey, head to foot, and weighed him on the scales, And did their calculations, just like undertaker sales. |
| They tied his ankles firmly, then they stood him on the brink, and Slicker Ned just shoved him off, he had no time to think. |
| And as he plunged on downward, his courage levels fell, With terror gnawing at his soul, they all heard Bluey yell. |
| "Flamin' strueth"! and "Stone the crows", he hollered loud and clear, He tumbled headlong down and down, still screaming out in fear. |
| "I'll get you, Slicker Ned" he cried "you'll have a tale to tell, You're standin' there and laughin' while I'm fallin' down to hell"! |
| Now when it was all over, and he looked for Slicker Ned, Nowhere could he see him, if he'd found him...he'd be dead! |
| Now somewhere in the country, there are tales that go around, That a swaggie called 'Old Laughing Ned' has wandered into town. |
| He tells a tale of years gone by, when he was just lad, Of how he showed his country cus, the bungee jumping fad. |
| But the tale is never finished, as he crumples on the floor, And laughs until he passes out, and they help him out the door. |
| And in the tablelands they tell, how Bluey took a trip, And came back inches taller, but he'd never let it slip, |
| How he came to get that extra growth, and how he just can't cope, And goes an ashen shade of grey when he sees a piece of rope. |
| Poem written by Birdie 11th January, 2003 Copyright. All rights reserved. |
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| Many thanks to Cherswitz, who assisted in the adapting and creating some of the graphics. Her site can be found by clicking on the LIGHTHOUSE. |
| Many thanks to my dear friend Jack, who assisted (as usual) with adjusting and designing graphics for my pages. |
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