like the death of a star heh - wot did it go to ?5 threads and a bit; yes with bits droppin off i hear him say and I’m only do this for you drop me a pm if you can it’ll worth it - no no nothing like that no touchin! Can’t send pm’s on level 1 heh new rules? I have never seen such carnage on me bike! where did all the good times go - do you remember humpy and dumpy two of the best mods in the business - they would just hump ya and then dump ya god it did feel good!
did I hear a cry ; a cry from way back then?
there were bumblebees and jackhammer craze
and fruitcakes after tea?
there were haunting cries from scientifics
from shetlanders no less
and some tales and poems from Robert the great
the rest of us came last!
but nevertheless when buildin walls
can’t be done without cement
and so the rest of us would seep
in between the bricks so neat?
[was gonna say on heat but that don’t sound right heh?]
there was a gem spelt with a J
for why I know not now
but he found all these obscure tales
somewhere; somewhen ; somehow
a couple of rubies came our way
a sweetie and an irish colleen?
and they tried to keep us all at bay
and succeeded very well!
it was like a family daily knit
and when some ‘left’ was like we’d lost some kit
never got a chance to stand in church
felt like we’d been left in the lurch
I don’t know why I’m written this
i just get weeping can’t desist
sniff sniff sniff sniff
I’ve got the flue as well as feeling terrible blue
goodnight!!
Where is gumbud, has he gone Waltzing Matilda?
Wasted and wounded
And it ain’t what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow
Hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Matilda waltzing Matilda
You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
I’m an innocent victim
Of a blinded alley
And I’m tired of all these soldiers here
No-one speaks English
And everything’s broken
And my strength is soaking away
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll go a waltzing Malitda with me
Now the dogs they are barking
And the taxi cab’s parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
You tore my shirt open
And I’m down on my knees tonight
Old bushmills I staggered
You buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll go a waltzing Matilda with me
Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher
Now that I kissed her
And the one-arm bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman
With the cold-blooded sigh
And the girls down by the striptease shows go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll go a waltzing Matilda with me
No I don’t want your sympathy
Fugitives say
That the streets aren’t for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnet
And the ghost that sells memories
Want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
And you can ask any sailor
And the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Matilda’s the defendant
She killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
And it’s a battered old suitcase
In a hotel someplace
And a wound that would never heal
No prima donnas the perfume is on
And old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street-sweepers,
The night watchmen flame-keepers
And goodnight Matilda too
Goodnight Matilda too.
Hi folks newcomer who’s wandering the aussie countryside when permitted. Got a van and a small blowup caravan etc. One of the most iconic songs that reminds me of oz is by John Williams “Heh True Blue” not sure if I can load it on this site so if not maybe someone can assist?
shurrup!!
just sent the master a message to come back quick things are leakin - we think spittie has put a jackhammer through summat?
Not sure this is one of mine, my reports were always recognisable, there is subterfuge going on here.
I think there may be lessons to be learned - for one brief moment all the stars were aligned and then they fizzled out one by one - hello starlet!!
Don’t matter how bright one shines gummy, sometimes an astronomical object appears and eclipses you
the end has almost come!
Almost or most all, I know counting days is scarier than counting years, but that is the way it is, just recount, if you are able to.
I sent a message to the mon but he ain’t responding -I do worry sometimes poobear that we’re the only bears left in the forest? where is the fighterpilot who builds things at home? and that guy with the great big horses head?
He’s a one-trick pony
He either fails or he succeeds
He gives his, testimony
Then he relaxes in the weeds
He’s got one trick to last a lifetime
But that’s all a pony needs
Yeah, that’s all he needs
well all I can say amongst us old codgers he was a breathe of fresh air
i like a leisurely scribble but this is ridiculous - so laid back I’m lookin at the world upside down and sideways at the same time- where is the lippy and the wheel barrows down streets short and narrow - ???
The end closed in
Gummy poked his nose in
Went off in a spin
Lucky he has a twin
Everything is in within
No need to make a din
Reality is thin
Wait to hear the pin.
I miss gummy casting aspersions. 
I see that sunhouse additions on houses in uk are devaluing the properties - didn’t see that one comin? and pneumatic drill sales have plumetted too! - and where has that dublin tramp got to? - heh would you believe it I came across some long conversations I had on another forum and they are still in the archives with the guy from the scottish isles? - it warmed the cockles of me heart it did! - so miracles do 'appen!