I'm a reformed man
my destructive habit has been cast out
a good-hearted woman
showed me how to bring it about

with her understanding ways
she helped me give up the grog
and life is so much better
now that I'm no longer veiled in the grog's fog

on the path back to sobriety
her supportive hand guided me
with its never ending
belief and solidity

she is a redemptive angel
in my eyes
she gave me reason
to see a clean sun rise

the grog couldn't stay
in my confused life
as it had imparted
much too much strife

this day I am a reborn man
a good woman took hold of my hand

her love and care
showed me how to kick the grog
and she has lead me
out of its murky fog

breakfast is the most important
meal of the day
and eating a good breakfast
does most assuredly pay

there will be plenty of zip
in your body tank
the cereal and toast bolster
you'll truly thank

arise from your beds early
get into a good breakfast feed
and the day will be started
with the right stomach creed

those who don't imbibe
in breakfast look rather lame
and tend to have the appearance
of a hollow window frame

premier you've smacked
me in the face
my train ran late
yet again
what's your minister
and his departmental head
doing about this?
not much I wager
all my other commuter friends
are at wits end
not happy
nor will they be anytime soon

get the trains running on time
or you'll end up like an old rail line
piled high on a scrap heap
and forgotten

what's your vision?
what's your scheme for rail?
rail years ago ran reasonably well
now there's me getting sentimental

so much for innovation and technology
for the rail system
not much improvement yet
or on the distant horizon
I deserve and demand much better
none of this second rate stuff
I've had enough

make good my lot
what have I got so far?
dollars unwisely spent
on a parlous rail system

I used to enjoy my daily train trip
so too my fellow train travelers
we say this in numbers
numbers count
premier know one know this better than you
numbers stack up...

stop griping me
send a train to me
departures and returns on time
be prompt never late...
is the old adages

now this verse is written especially for you
you are my mate at least for now
in the future that may well change
I've been know to change trains
if circumstances dictate
I could well be writing this verse
for the alternative premier

I'm sure you know what I'm driving at...
You know...good rail policy
get cracking
get smart
allay this persistent pain in my neck
late trains, late trains, late trains

I vote for a well run rail network
yes every time
not for a premier
dragging the line
that's not a good story
in the media

be gone
cold weather
be gone
from here
be gone
and show
your freeze in another
hemisphere

too long
you've tarried
too long
you've stayed
too long
a gelid touch
you've so unpleasantly
flayed  

spring oh spring
bring your warmth of air
back again
to melt the landscape's
icicle encased
terrain

in the indigo skies
above the peaceful lake
flew an alabaster swan
she coursed a furrow
through the thermal air
her wings fluttering
in graceful decorum
as the eve shadows
fell upon the lake
she rested neath
a weeping willow's branch
for there she'd
be enfolded
in he moon's luminous light
as stars did sprinkle
glinting sparkles
over the lake's glass surface
as the break of the morrow's
brilliant blue sight came
her wings did rise
to take to flight again

there are trolls
who are out of control
they daily go  
on their trolling patrols

these trolls can't be locked away
they're ever patrolling
as they so may

out of control
out of control

we must not let anymore of them
take over the place
there is already a few occupying
this patch's space

the trollometer
is an accurate gauge
it has registered
some trolls on the page

if you see trolls
who are acting suspicious
you'll know that their patrols
aren't any too auspicious

out of control
out of control

them trolls
sure need
to be bought
under our control