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~~~ Social or Anti-Social Club ~~~
The hall at Bindawalla
Is so very sad today,
'Cos, nobody seems to go there
For all it's games to play.
We only just arrived here
Maybe, five, six weeks ago,
And we visit it quite often
And there's nothing on the go.
And we hear there is a Social Club
To keep that hall alive,
But we've never seen much happening
No matter how they strive.
Maybe it needs new members
With some, "Com'on get up and go"
To organise a dance or two
Or a good old picture show.
But sadly, you must become a member
And be accepted to this club,
Or you have to play there by yourself
Then it's you their gunna' snub.
You'd think that when we got here
We'd be, " Welcomed with open arms"
Not ignored and castigated,
Afraid we'd do them harm.
So lets' get that new hall jumping
With some dances and with games,
So the folks at "Bindawalla"
Will come to life again.
Or lets build a mausoleum
For those weak in mind and frame
And shut down that hall completely
To die silently in shame.
April 27, 2001
~~ 447 ~~
~~~ My Missing Piece of Paper Alert ~~~
I've lost me piece of paper
I wonder who removed it
That paper was my property
Now! Some thief has gone and stole it
That, that piece of missing paper
'Cos if it's not returned with haste
May 8, 2001
~~ 448 ~~
~~~ Another Piece of My Paper is Missing ~~~
I've lost another piece of paper
And now it's gone, no longer safe,
It's the second bit that's vanished,
But! I know who flamin' took it
That paper is my property,
Now! Some silly dill has stole 'em
That, those bits of missing paper
And if they're not returned with haste,
May 9, 2001
~~ 449 ~~
~~~ Our Application to Join ~~~
We got this application
But the one that gave it to us
She just stuck it in our letterbox
Our car was in the driveway
But sadly she just bolted
May 9, 2001
~~ 450 ~~
~~~ "Pick up that Ball and Ball" ~~~
The saddest place I've ever been
At 9pm it's time to go
Get out'a here and leave this place
It's like we're only five or six
9pm! Gee-bloody-wizz,
The oddest part about this tale,
May 11, 2001
~~ 451 ~~
~~~ The Grass At Bindawalla Grows ~~~
The grass at Bindawalla
The day that we came lookin'
We'd never have to mow again
Your lawn gets mowed lest twice a month
It's built into the rent she said
So we brought a shack and moved right in
It seems that Nancy told us lies
So we sit and wait here patiently
May 11, 2001
You know, that bit that I stuck here!
I came to see if it was safe
But now it's diss-appeared.
Was it them or was it you?
'Cos I hope that piece of paper
Has not cause a blue.
It was close unto my heart,
I loved it 'Oh' so dearly
And I never thought we'd part.
And probably caused it pain,
So I will have to put another up
To remind you all again.
Belongs to only me,
And I'd like that one who stole it
To return it quick-e-lee.
I most certainly will cry,
And that one who stole and damaged it
Should go to hell and fry.
Again I bloody fear
You know, that bit that I,
Stuck bloody well up here!
It was hangin' pinned on here
Now some silly sausage stole it
'Cos it's diss-a-bloody-peared.
In a week or maybe more,
And I don't know why it's missing,
It really has me floored,
And I know what I should do
'Cos I know that piece of paper
Is gunna' get 'em in the poo.
Those words were from me heart,
And I wrote them with b-revity
And I never thought we'd part.
And probably flushed 'em down the drain,
So I will have to put this other up
To remind you all again.
They belong to only me,
And I'd like that dill who stole 'em,
To return them quick-e-lee.
I will do my best you see,
To catch that dill and skin their hide,
Then nail it to a tree.
To join the Social Club today,
So, we filled it out and signed it
In a com-ple-menty way.
Just dropped it here a fled,
She never stopped to have a chat
Not a word was even said.
And she knew that we was here,
And she could have had a cuppa' tea
Or a nice cold glass of beer.
And our door was open wide,
So we waited with excitement
To invite her here inside.
She really just shot through.
Now that, our application has been filled out
Who do we send it to?
Is to Bindawalla hall,
Somebody comes and shuts it up,
"Pick up that ball and ball"
There's no time left for fun,
So! "Pick up that bat and ball" you's folk
it's time for you to run.
It's time you were in bed,
So! "Pick up that bat and ball" they yell.
Struth! We might as well be dead!!!!!
And we must do what we're told
"Pick up that bat and ball" they scream
and get out in the cold.
I can't believe my ears,
"Pick up that bat and ball" I'm told
and get out of bloody here.
Is if you want to have some fun,
Make sure "That bat and balls picked up"
'Cos, at 9pm you run.
Is growing pretty quick,
And if it isn't mowed real soon
The stuff will be too thick.
For a shack here in this park,
Nancy told us as we walked
That our life would be a lark.
Or whipper snip as well,
'Cos if we bought a shack in here
Our mowers we could sell.
In the winter, only once you see,
'Cos the cost of mowing comes straight out
As part, of your rental fee.
So it costs no more at all,
And, if you need to cut your lawn much more
There's a mower at your call.
And we've been here eight weeks now,
It's been cut, just once not any more
No matter how we scrape and bow.
'Cos Peter tells us it's not true,
And he'll cut the grass when he likes
And there is nothing we can do.
For that lawn, mowing man to come,
And we watch the grass grow, as it likes
And twiddle both our thumbs.