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Alun G Bush

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A Blue Poem

by

Alun G Bush


I was waiting in Hobart Airport

And looking for the loo

When lugging a suitcase I saw her,

With eyes of baboon bottom blue

The girl of my dreams was before me,

Her hair of a golden hue

Her lustrous skin as soft as a peach

And eyes of baboon bottom blue.

Her legs were puffy like bolsters,

Her face like a kangaroo

But I was totally hypnotized by

Those eyes of baboon bottom blue.

When we got in the plane together,

I got jealous of all the crew

Because of the way they ogled the girl

Whose eyes were baboon bottom blue.

My pulse was racing madly

The doves began to coo

I put my arms around the girl

With eyes of baboon bottom blue

I fell down on my bended knee

And promised to be true

I told her my frenzied passion

For eyes of baboon bottom blue

We stayed at a hotel in Melbourne,

And slept the whole night through

And under those hooded eyelids lurked

Her eyes of baboon bottom blue.

But when she awoke next morning

It was enough to make you grue

To see the vacant expression in

Bleared eyes of baboon bottom blue

We got a job at a salmon farm

Covered with fish guts and goo

But life was still OK when she winked

Those eyes of baboon bottom blue

We went to the Bruny pub one day

And downed a plentiful few

But through the alcohol haze still shone

Squint eyes of baboon bottom blue

And once at a Council meeting

Where words are dishonestly true

The frustration and boredom were only relieved

By the eyes of baboon bottom blue

This poem I getting to be a drag

Itís enough to make one spew

I canít think what has become of that girl

Whose eyes were baboon bottom blue


Another Lost Doll

by

Alun G Bush


THE LOST DOLL, 1995 STYLE.

I'm so upset,
I shall have to get,
A Barbie Dolly funeral set.

You mustn't laugh,
Was she in the bath,
With her wrists all slit,
Or hanged with a scarf.

Did she get her thrills,
From outrageous pills,
Will a doctorís inspection,
Reveal an injection.

No, I think she died,
Of a shriveled inside,
Youíre not in clover,
With anorexia nervosa.

I haven't yet
But I mean to get
A funeral kit 'cos I'm so upset.

Another Lost Doll

by

Alun G Bush


THE LOST DOLL, 1995 STYLE.

I'm so upset,
I shall have to get,
A Barbie Dolly funeral set.

You mustn't laugh,
Was she in the bath,
With her wrists all slit,
Or hanged with a scarf.

Did she get her thrills,
From outrageous pills,
Will a doctorís inspection,
Reveal an injection.

No, I think she died,
Of a shriveled inside,
Youíre not in clover,
With anorexia nervosa.

I haven't yet
But I mean to get
A funeral kit 'cos I'm so upset.