Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
the way you look over your glasses
as you kick those journos’ arses
I love your hairy nostrils and your square double chin
but most of all I love the way you know everythin’
not a skerrick of doubt, any subject, any time
you can hold forth. you’re ready to chime

Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you don’t need no research. no need to hold back
here is your wisdom, you’re on the attack
here is the gospel according to Tuckey
you front them with macho, you front them so plucky
you tell them the answers straight from the heart
they look like stunned mullets as you take them apart

Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you run rings round those greenies, those tree hugging ****
with their talk about warming, their climate change glum
I trust you Wilson, you know better than them
you can leave them all gobstruck with a home spun gem

Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you can spot a terrorist at a hundred paces
the ones with the beards and the slightly dark faces
we don’t want them here taking our jobs and houses
with their Qurans and burqas and baggy white trousers

Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you show us what it means to be Australian
some call you redneck, some say you’re not cool
but you are our bedrock, you are no fool
you are the brown substance of this wide, sunburnt land
and that’s why, Wilson Tuckey, I really, really, really love you man.

this i know.
without a skerrick of doubt.

if not for your hands,
holding gently, my fragile heart.

and our son's, trust and need,
giving roots,
to my runaway feet.

my vagabond soul,
                              would be, but dust,
                                   scattered, to the winds..

your heart... and his...are my anchors ....sturdy.
agin,
the present, malestorm.
that is my iconoclastic mind.

Just imagine if global
warming benefits some
of the more northern
countries, such as here
and across the Irish sea,
to neighbouring Scotland.

What if the lakes dried
up, imagine the casualties.
For example, that famous
Loch without a skerrick
of water and the monster
marooned at the bottom.

                     ß

It can be a lonely place
especially now with the
delivery crisis.

Imagine being a solitary
tin of Bachelors Beans
& not a Crumpet in sight.

Sell by date is a thing
of the past, no need to
check when best before.

Still, one could be on
the floor, at least up
top there is a view.

Across the way they
are totally empty, not
a skerrick to be seen.

But at least, it is a totally
“ British Made Product "
albeit, of our own pomposity.

Happy Nuclear


We know ’twill be quick,

not even pyrrhic

Nor a man nor a beast

nor a skerrick

But the fish will survive

And the Algae will thrive

But you know who will be

gone, that’s hysteric.

Happy Nuclear


We know ’twill be quick,

even pyrrhic

Nor a man nor a beast

not a skerrick

But the fish will survive

And Algae will thrive

But you know who, will be

gone, that’s hysteric.