Living In A Land Down Under – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Broken dreams and broken hearts
Evening shift at the super mart
They didn’t know how to start
So a lack of knowledge kept them apart

He was young, she was younger
All they wanted was to fill their hunger
So he bought plane tickets to the land down under
Where women glow and men plunder

They had nothing but each other
And they would soon discover
That she would soon become a mother
Two became three with the arrival of a daughter

They were as happy as they could be
He became a legend to the Aborigines
He wrestled crocodiles for all to see
And she was happy as Mrs. Mick Dundee

 

~The Tennessee Poet~

Β©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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35 thoughts on “Living In A Land Down Under – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

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  1. Men at Work.
    Travelling in a fried-out combie
    On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
    I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
    She took me in and gave me breakfast
    And she said
    Do you come from a land down under?
    Where women glow and men plunder?

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  2. There’s no cumin’ the raw prawn
    with Auntie Edna Everage.
    She doesn’t stand for that
    sort of thing!
    Our Prime Minister actually
    made her a Dame of Australia.
    The first cross dressing thespian
    ever to be so honoured.
    And some think us Aussies
    are a bit backwards!

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