When it's all said 'n done, with yer life nearly gone, and on thinkin' yer past mistakes over, Tho' drinkin's no sin, it's what y'pour in, and I think I would rather stay sober.

All these years I've driven in the country, You know I've always wondered how; When you'd see a field full of cattle, There was always one egret... for every cow.

A topical poem (submitted in spring, anyway) about the "dark side" of many people's favourite season.

A flatulence tax on cattle and sheep, Another rip-off to make us all weep. Preserving the ozone at any expense, It's all propaganda that doesn't make sense.

Have you heard the lorikeets when they get "drunk" on the berries of the umbrella tree? What a raucous noise they make! This inspired me to write the poem.

He'd purchased a lovely new rotary hoe all shining and red a delight And started in ploughing the virgin soil working from morning till night ...

I'm a trainee vegetarian I eat rice It's nice...with curried beef I'm a trainee vegetarian...

Burps and farts, burps and farts ... They send sky-high the Greenhouse charts. While cows serenely chew the cud And broadcast gases in a flood,...

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