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Sounds of Silence

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Max, Poetry

I think the diet Max the Husky is on is getting to him, just heard him singing this to himself.

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Hello

 

Fool she said “Do you not know

bones make your gut grow

Hear my words and I might teach you

Or my foot is gonna reach you”

But her words like silent raindrops fell

and all I chose to hear was silence

and then she pointed out what I weighed

and the dents from where I laid

And then she gave me one more warning

“stop eating or vets in the morning”

And then she said “To band your fat guts!”

“No more Subway rolls

And No more meatballs”

and I whimpered in the sound of silence.

 

Maxwell Francis Murray – Woof

I’ve grew up Aussie Style

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Australia, Mel, Poetry

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I’ve grew up Aussie Style

I’ve grown up Aussie style, a sun-kissed Wheat-Bix kid,

I’ve played street cricket, broken windows and hid.

I’ve choked on a fly and still been a happy little Vegemite,

I’ve smiled even when the mozzies have started to bite.

I’ve swung from the Hills Hoist then ran from Mums smack,

I’ve learnt that a kid could starve if it wasn’t for Snack Pack.

I’ve made a meal of Nutri Grain and drunk Milk with a Tim-Tam straw,

I’ve lived through summers each hotter than the one before.

I’ve had beer for breakfast and had snag sangers for tea,

I’ve burnt my souls on sand and nearly drowned in the sea.

I travelled to places like Mullumbimby, Goondiwindi and Woolamaloo,

I’ve swatted at Louie and yes I have had a red back on my loo.

I’ve searched the summer night for sleep under a fan,

I’ve been as happy as a pig in shit and been not happy Jan.

I’ve seen the giants of my land, the prawn, banana and the sheep,

I’ve said “she’ll be right” just before I’ve landed in a huge shit heap.

I’ve Slip Slop and Slapped but I’ve forgotten the Aeroguard,

I’ve thrown another prawn on the barbie with mates in the backyard.

I’ve had a Gaytime, cracked a Cornetto and tried every Paddle Pop,

I’ve even had to chuck a sickie after a long night on the Passion Pop.

I’ve gone deaf from cicadas and dealt with the blue arsed fly,

I’ve eaten Pavs and Lammos and poured dead horse on top of a pie.

I’ve done some hard yakka and been flat out like a lizard drinking,

I’ve seen a bogan with a mullet and thought “what the hell was he thinking”.

I’ve said things like “ripper”, “bonza” and “fair suck of the saveloy”,

I’ve melted for day after day, to then greet a wild storm with joy.

I’ve mastered my rites of passage like the full pelt sprint in thongs,

I’ve danced to Acca-Dacca and know the words to John Farnham songs.

I’ve swum at pristine beaches and I’ve smelt eucalypt in the air,

I’ve danced the national dance the “hot sand shuffle” with flair.

I’ve peeled off my skin after long summer days under the sun,

I marvelled at our wildlife and from a few I have had to run.

I’ve grown up in the lucky country, lucky it is peaceful and free,

I’ve now have the great brown land deep inside of me.

I’ve stood for our National Anthem and I’ve screamed oi oi oi,

I’ve grown such pride for my country that nothing could destroy.

I’ve stood under the Southern Cross and been in awe of what I can see,

Cause I’m True Blue, I’m Dinky Di, I am 100 percent proud Aussie.

 

Mel Murray

 

I come from the Land Down Under – Husky Style

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Australia, Max, Poetry

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Running with my Wolluf Blondie

She is real big like a hippy Kombi

We took Reenah, but she is nervous

She’s jumps at any din but then goes fast

 

You see, we come from the land down under

With a bush full of native wonder

Some are near some a wander

You better run, better to discover

 

Running when we heard the Rustles

A kangaroo 6 foot four and full of muscles

Spring legs gave him the advantage

He disappeared like me with a vegemite sandwich

 

And I said we come from the land down under

Where the natives we plunder

Some are near some a wander

You better run, better to discover

 

Came across koalas along the way

Cranky buggers bite and they won’t play

I said my dino girls come follow me

Other animals next to chase a platy

 

And they say “A platy oh the wonder”

If it dives we will go under

That platypus will hear our thunder

But he dove too deep and he took cover

 

But we are living in the land down under

And there is plenty left to plunder

We see a bandicoot try to dig under

We all run but he’s taken cover

 

Living in the land down under

With my woman we will plunder

Nothing will stop us or take us under

We don’t run we don’t take cover

 

We are living in the land down under

With my woman we will plunder

What can I hear “shit it’s thunder”

Ok it’s time run and to take cover.

Max Woof

 

I IZ GOAT

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Pippin Von Pip Pip, Poetry

I IZ GOAT

I’m an asshole, yes I am,

Stole mums washing and away I ran.

I’m am asshole, yes I be,

Got on Mum’s bed and did a pee.

I’m an asshole, yes I was,

Why? I’m a goat, so just because.

I’m an asshole, here and now,

Your favourite plants I will plough.

I’m an asshole, now and then,

I fly through windows like a wren.

I’m an asshole for evermore,

Cause I IZ GOAT and I goat lots more in store.

Pippin Von Pip Pip

 

 

Just a tasty bone for me

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Max, Poetry
Hello
Dont mind if I do

Just a tasty Bone for me

A King may want for his throne,

Me – I just want a tasty bone.

A Lord May want for his Lady,

With just a bone, I am happy.

A leader may want for his people,

I want a bone on which to dribble.

A doctor may want for the sick,

Just give me a bone, nice and thick.

A thief may want for a perfect crime,

I just want a bone to be all mine.

An artist may want for a muse,

Me, a bone will happily amuse.

A singer may want for a band,

I’m happy if I have a bone at hand.

A sailor may want for the sea,

A juicy bone will do little old me.

A poet may want for the perfect rhyme,

Just give me a bone at every mealtime.

Max Woof

Going
Going
GONE

 

 

I’m in Barney Rubble

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Max, Poetry

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Once again I’m deep in Barney Rubble,

Mum came in and burst me bubble.

For this I’ll end up doing bird lime,

Getting caught – Never the perfect crime.

I can see me brought before the Barnaby Rudge,

Off to the Jail he will make me trudge.

The cakes, I was only having a butcher hook,

I swear, it was the Hoover Hound that took.

Mother, my buddy, my best china plate,

You gotta believe Dino Dog, the one that ate.

Mum said “Don’t you dare take the gypsy’s kiss,

The crumbs all over your nose, hard to miss.”

Ok I’m guilty, but this diet has got me Hank Marvin,

Those cakes stopped my gut achin and my back archin.

If you let me off, I promise never again to half inch,

I can be good, a deal this Husky can certainly clinch.

You see jail would do me in – I’d be brown bread,

So let’s forget the theft and how bout a pat instead.

Max Woof

 

 

The Husky from Uramapark

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Max, Poetry
HEELLOOO

Max the Husky has taken on one of Banjo Paterson’s greats “The Man from Ironbark” and made it his own. To explain Uramapark is the name of my property and the Kingdom of
“The Husky from Uramapark”.

The Husky from Uramapark

It was the Husky from Uramapark, that snake struck down,

He felt the burn of the venom, the bite from a dreaded crown.

He fought the pain here and there, til he was like to drop,

Until at last in sheer despair, he made the Vet his stop.

“Aye, I’ve had a wrestle with a snake and it’s left its mark,

Doc ya gotta fix this ailing Husky from Uramaprk.”

The Vet, the Husky’s foe, as Vets mostly were,

He wore a wicked grin and he held a thermometer.

He had been bit by the Husky and had a grudge you see,

He now had the chance to repay that bite from the Husky.

And when the Nurse arrived he whispered “Here’s a lark!

Just watch me shave the hind of the Husky from Uramapark.”

There were some trainee Vets that leaned against the wall,

Their eyes were wide, just waiting to watch the Husky fur fall.

To them the vet passed a wink, the Husky’s eyelids closed shut,

“I’ll pay this Husky for his bite, with a butcher’s job haircut.”

As the Vet got ready he made a rude remark,

“I heard a Jack Russell runs the roost at Uramapark.”

A growl was all the reply he got, delivered through a fangy grin

The Vet just laughed, and then he plugged the clippers in.

He raised the clippers high above his head, then he paused to gloat,

Then he started shaving deep and rough into the Husky’s coat.

The Husky, too late, but now aware of the Vets lark,

Bald as a baby, the butt of the Husky from Uramapark.

He fetched up a wild howl, that might wake the dead to hear,

and ready to seek revenge, for his freshly shaven rear.

He jumped to his paws and faced his Clipper Foe,

“You’ve shaved my hind! You cat! I’m bald! One hit before I go.

I only wish my first bite had done the damage of a shark,

But you’ll remember all your life the Husky from Uramapark.”

He lifted his hairy paw and with one tremendous clout,

He landed one on the Vets jaw and knocked the bastard out.

He set to work with fang and claw, he made the place a wreck.

He grabbed the nearest trainee vet and hung from his neck.

All the while his butt void of hair, it was totally stark,

and “MURDER , BLOODY, MURDER!” yelled the Husky from Uramapark.

The Ranger Man who heard the din came in to see the show,

He tried to run the Husky in, but he refused to go.

And when at last the Vet spoke and said “Was all in fun.”

Twas just a little Aussie Humour, a trifle overdone.”

“A Joke?” The Husky cried. “All good, but you don’t wear the mark.”

You’ve turned me away, to be known as the Hairless from Uramapark.

And now round the tractor tyres, the listening Hounds all gape,

As he tells the story over and over, and brags of his escape.

“These bloody Vets, well this Husky had enough,

One tried to shave me bald, but thankfully I’m tough.”

And whether he’s tail is believed or no, there’s one thing to remark,

That flowing fur is all the go way up at Uramapark.

Max Woof

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A Monster has arrived.

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Keva, Poetry

IMG_1435 (2)A new monster has just arrived,

It’s got lungs that are super sized.

Mum said “another irrational fear”

I’m not convinced I believe the end is near.

From this monster there is no escape,

Has got no shadow, has got no shape.

It slips between my long thick fur,

Making thousands of goose bumps stir.

I’ve ducked and dodged in every way,

It just follows, looks like it’s here to stay.

I hid inside and it rattled on the doors,

I took off on my massive Wolluf paws.

It is so strong it can move the trees,

If I had them – I would fall to my knees.

I begged my mum to make the Monster go,

Mum said “It’s just the wind, it can only blow.”

Keva xo

We have a pet I do not like.

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Keva, Poetry

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We have a pet I do not like,

I wish it would go – take a hike.

It’s eyes do glow a violent red,

It has no legs, not even a head.

It sits and stares across the room,

Waiting to unleash it’s dreaded doom.

It does not move but it hisses,

Goes after my tail and rarely misses,

I said “GET IT OUT” loud and bold,

Mum said “Without the heater we’d be cold.”

We have a pet I do not like,

I wish it would go – take a hike.

It has skin so icy – cold to touch,

It’s super scary – just too much.

It has no eyes or even a nose,

Got no fingers – got no toes.

Mum says “It really has to stay.”

“If so scary – then outside and play.”

I’m torn, I wanna run, I wanna go,

But “the Pet” – “the bowl” contains the cookie dough.

We have a pet I do not like,

I wish it would go – take a hike.

He has a long nose – like an elephant,

He has a hobby – the Keva hunt.

It chases but has no legs at all,

My getaway so fast I always fall.

It has a tail that’s long and thin,

But has no chin, no skin or grin.

Scares me senseless – fills me with the gloom,

The dreaded monster – the devil – That vacuum.

Keva the Diva xo

Aussie Dog’s Pee with Flair

by Aussie Bush Tails, posted in Max, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Hello
Waiting on Goanna
HEELLOOO

A Husky’s take on the Australian National Anthem.

Aussie Dog hear my voice

for we all need to pee

We’ve golden oil to release on soil

to make our yellow sea

Our land abounds in many sniffs

Of bats and birds and bear

In histories page – dogs at every stage

Aussie dogs pee with flair

Yellow streams, Let us sing

Aussie dog pee with flair

 

We pee beneath our Southern Cross

We soil across this land

To make this country of ours

Scented best of all the lands

For all those dog across the sea

We’ve boundless trees to share

The scent of many can combine

And we will teach you to pee with flair

Making yellow streams, let us sing

Us Ocker dogs pee with flair

Max Woof