Introduction

This is my tale and I put it to rhyme About strange things for sale at Ekka time. About gullible fools who come to town And the conmen willing to take them down. It is called ...

Pornography

This is fair dinkum, I can tell you straight.
I was walking through Brisbane rather late
Going back to the motel through the park
Not the smartest place to be after dark.

From out of the shadows there came a form
With a face like a - well, his name was Norm.
Straight away into his spiel he did push.
"G'day, I see that you come from the bush."

I was amazed and said, "How can you tell?"
And I quickly learned he had things to sell.
Checking to see no one else was around,
Norm told me of the parcel he had found.

He said 'twas something of interest to me.
Norm said, "It is hard core pornography!"
He said, "Mate, I'm thirsty and need some ale,
"Please make me an offer," I told him "No sale!"

I didn't buy his parcel. 'Twas plain to see.
I don't need that stuff. It's useless to me.
I knocked him back. I didn't delay it.
I don't own a pornograph to play it.

Copyright; Wally (The Bear) Finch