Really not a party gal,
At social do's, I talk to animals,
The hosts pet dog, cat or budgie,
So much more fun for me,
Then "what time is it, look!
I want to go to bed with my book!"

Would that we were a tortoise, or a snail,
A portable house for a lifelong trail,
You could take your home without fail,
Add a letterbox for your mail,
A human tortoise or a snail,
A mobile home along the trail..........

Wouldn't you like to be a 'fly on the wall',
What would be the best moment of all?
in history, when Jesus was born in a stall,
To behold the greatest miracle of all,
Be blessed, earthlings, for ever more!

A verse in an ode, like a song,
In Oz, we call flip flops, thongs,
Perfect for weather in summer,
Hot sands on the beach, a ******,
Yes, each nation is unique,
Flip flops, thongs, make our world complete!

I wrote an ode like a song,
About a town called Poowong,
I wrote it in a song,
Then I went to Geelong,
I had egg fong in Poowong,
I knew a sheila in Geelong!

Yes, this is a quip and a pun,
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!
Alone? Date yourself, you are the one!
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!

In this town, I am a stranger,
Around the shops, I am a ranger,
I study the crowds, no immediate danger,
Glitzy shops, such strange lands,
Consumerism not so grand,
Around these shops, I am a ranger,
In strange lands, I am a stranger............

I'll build a home of dreams,
No mansion, or so it seems,
Where  I have a temple of my own,
Peace, a muse, an introvert alone!
Not the end of the world, it seems,
One day, I'll build my home of dreams......

Yes, it was long ago and far away,
My new husband and I drove to W.A.,
So far from home, miles away,
A wonder we ever got home again,
Guess it was all straight line,
Far from home, far in time,
Yes, it was long ago and far away,
When we drove to W.A. for holidays!

It's have an opposite day,
You write, I'll draw, let's say,
Or I'll write a one act play,
Whoops! Write a verse anyway,
So much for opposites day.........

Can I write your bio, dear?
A scribe to relate your times here,
Who do you choose for your life story?
Your biography in literary history,
So, can I write your bio, dear,
A scribe to relate your times here.

One singular sensation, my dears,
Can change your life in a flash, cheers,
Your luck can change one day,
May good fortune come our way.......

Of football I was once a fan,
Can't escape it, in lucky land,
The AFL footy finals grand,
Fandom from birth,
To the grave, for what its worth,
Does it only happen here?
Old Melbourne town, fandom cheers!

Yes, sad but true,
Is this real to you?
I have earworms, do you?
Songs in my brain,
On my thought train,
I sing along every day,
Earworms on my brain, Yah!

Keep out of my thoughts,
Overthinking  is full of noughts,
Enough of this negative spam,
Keep out of my thoughts, you ham.

If the world was run on barter,
Free trade would be our charter,
We could trade in hypocrisy,
Racism, cant and war's futility,
To barter off for a kindly face,
And peaceful ways for the human race,
Lay down all weapons, for grace,
Peace armies to take their place,
If we could run the world on barter,
Those trades would be our charter.......

This is a verse for the grey nomad,
An archetypal older lad,
What? Bored with watching TV?
Why can't you travel without her or me?
So, you wish to travel, "Off the beaten track!"?
Camping, "Back to the basics!" Alas, alack!
Are you camping alone tonight?
Sooky! Older ladies have seen the light,
Indoor plumbing is all the go,
We wave rolling stones, "Bye!" no woe......

How to turn the tables?
To respond to all those fables,
If we could make men love us,
Like we love them, less fuss,
But that's the way they are, no less,
Not much sapience for men, I guess........

When  I look in the mirror,
Sometimes  I gape in horror,
I look at old grey age,
I meandered through life's stage,
Never mind, I wear the scars,
Of a survivor from afar,
We all are what we are, today,
Not what you want us to be! Tough, eh!

Deep laughter, from the guts,
When did you last laugh it up?
Did you shed tears of laughter?
Giggling at life forever after,
Good deep belly laughter,
Giggling at happy ever afters!

What, indeed, is an enigma?
Shrouded in mystery, to bemuse ya!
A mystery wrapped in enigma,
A paradox with no stigma,
Expand into our phenomena,
A mystery wrapped in enigma........

The road less travelled,
Personal choices unravelled,
You meet the wrong person in life,
You descend into his strife,
Best to stay remote and aloof,
"Write it a doctor's!" I say, you goof,
Where would my life have gone, eh,
Much ado about nothing today!

Yes, great acting!
Why am  I reacting?
Shame about your treats,
You're one of life's creeps,
Shame about your empty space,
Rak off and join the human race!

All this phony propaganda,
Media only spake to annoy ya,
Total delusions of grandeur,
Switch off! It disappears!
Manipulating, muckraking propaganda,
Phony emotional blackmail to annoy ya!

It was the Earth's dawning,
The beauty of nature forming,
No mankind has even yet been born,
And the wondrous nature formed,
All pristine, no footprints seen,
Time elapsed, no one to measure it,
Only natural wonders the globe to fit,
Then, there came the humans, that's that,
How to wreck our own habitats!
Sad, but true, now to rue,
What was our natural world to you?

Mere mortals, that's what we all are,
No one is perfect, except for God afar,
"Tempus fugit" for every mortal,
Floating through time's open portals,
Humanity does not live forever,
We'll all be fossils, from the 12th of never,
Mere mortals, that's what we all are,
No one is perfect, except God afar........

In life's journey, we can all  be taught,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
I always aim for some rapport,
Whether it makes one a doormat, or
Someone kind and reliable, what's more,
People pleasing is a bottomless pit,
I've done a great job, no time for hypocrites,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
In life's journey, we can all be taught.....

Here I am, off on a trip,
Do I travel on an new airship?
Or do a take a train, not so hip?
Or do I drive my vintage car?
Or is this trip too far?
No, like Icarus the star,
I'll grow wings, better than the car,
So, no automobiles, planes or trains,
No bus, but my wings, that's plain!

Does anyone belong in this age?
The 21st Century hi-tech stage,
Teaching old dogs new tricks,
All technology's deep magic,
Hey, juniors, cut us some slack,
How did we pass high school's flack?
We had no internet to hack,
Not one calculator in our backpacks!
We had to use our brains for Maths.....
Now it's the 21st Century age,
We're all hi-tech citizens on this stage..........

From where do our  morals spring?
Quite an intangible conditioning,
In society, a necessary thing,
What is your philosophy of life,
or creed?  To live with no dull strife,
But who invented morality anyway?
In yet another societal day,
Who does write morality plays?

Yes, today I travel to an isle,
I'll linger on here a while,
It's a magical isle for poets,
We're all misfits, and we know it,
Our muse shrouded in mists and fogs,
One  isle for our mystical blogs,
I'll linger here a while,
Our misfit poets' fair isle..........

This is a day in the life,
No need to accept strife,
A day at Dullton villa,
Resting my head on a pillow,
It's a summer holiday,
The slow suburban way,
Let's hope it's a slow news day,
The Dullton villa holiday......

Once we were all young,
Bug catchers, supposed to be fun,
Was it for us? The bees stung!
Or for the bugs, poor insects,
They didn't learn much, I guess.........

If I had of magic, a touch,
No task would be too much,
"Wish I were magic,"
Then I could do tricks!
I would make true happiness,
And give the Earth a bless,
With the magic of kindness,
A touch of magic no less!

I made up a new slogan,
For Oz bogans,
About their moccasins,
Their get-about gear,
They wear moccasins here,
"Moccies top rate!"
Bogan slogan--great!

Let's give tribute to our vets,
Best diagnosticians yet,
Can they mend a broken wing?
Yes, and most other animal things,
The pets don't know what's wrong,
Vets say, "It won't take long,"
Animal healers are the best,
Mute animals get healing yet!

I gaze in wonder with a microscope,
A mosquito's wing I give a poke,
Such a perfect miniature,
Who designed this part of nature?
So intricate and tiny,
I gaze at a dawn so shiny,
Do you sense a grander plan,
Than any creature's short life span?

In our family, we have green thumbs,
We've grown our share of oxygen,
Now if every pleb had  a green thumb,
They could grow gardens of oxygen!

I scribble here, musing,
In my writer's mind, looming,
Is my muse a ghost writer?
A writer's mind has an insider,
How do your imagine your muse?
Like an ancient soul, thoughts to amuse,
Or is talent our muse?
Thoughts write themselves,
Creating lit. for bookshelves,
All a bit of a  puzzle, you see,
Musing on our muses, a mystery.......

This is an ode to strangers,
As past my gaze you ranges,
Do you all have happier lives?
Or is that advertising jive?
No human is perfect, I guess,
Of has a  perfect life, no less,
Anyone can make a mistake, confess!
Pappas don't preach, I suggest,
Men just don't understand, be blessed!

I gaze at his famous painting,
A lily pond for reflecting,
His focus for serenity,
His gift of tranquillity,
So, thank you, Monet, for your legacy........

You have healed my broken heart,
With your kindness, we're now apart,
Handle women with care, my dears,
Fragile feelings, don't hurt women, cheers!

Here  I am, like Oz, a neutral land,
To some people, a helping hand,
But  then there's drama mama acts,'
I don't know why they act like that,
I aim to be neutral to their spats,
Don't like drama mamas, that's that!

Yes, summer heat,
Not so neat,
Refreshments time,
Your pool or mine?
I wish I was at the sea,
But, cold lemonade for thee?
Ah, that's cold,
Lemonade's, like, old,
Like childhood memories,
it's the  refreshment for thee and me!

What can't we see in the dark?
Is a stranger lurking, for a lark?
Is someone under my bed?
What is that noise? Pure dread,
Oh, it's only a wind rising,
in the dark, it's all a bit surprising,
What can't we see in the dark night?
I think I'll switch on the bedside light!

Wakey! Wakey! Brrrrring!
My clock does start its ring,
That'd be quite a shock,
If into the bin, I threw the clock,
No, its wake up o'clock,
Do you all hate your clocks?

Torn photograph  I found,
Dry eyes, tears did not abound,
These days I am a good old girl,
Why did rotten mongrel I give a whirl?
C'est la vie, I guess, ashtrays,
So I threw  the photograph away.....
"Good riddance" that's what I say!

I must say I've survived this band,
Don't really want to hold their hands,
All women deserve their fun,
Maybe for each, there is a one,
You never know, it's a lucky land,
But do you really want to hold their hands?

Dear Diary I don't have today,
Let us arise and greet the day,
I woke up on Earth anyway,
The sun rose again today,
I'm going to have a great day,
In a calm and smiling way!

How do we get to memory lane?
Why bother to go there again?
Dull contemplation of the ex,
Lil' ole witch gives him the hex.....
Why bother to go there again?
How futile, trips down memory lane......