I wanna be a wallaby
The wallabies are the best
They beat the mighty all blacks
By 47 to 26
What a win by the wallabies
I can hardly believe my eyes
What a win I hope they can keep it up
Oh yeah and yes they gave the
All blacks a surprise
Perth was the place
To catch the great challenge they embrace
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
A great win a great win
Oh yeah bow bow
Carn the mighty wallabies
We are the best
Because we beat the best
But who cares because those
Mighty wallabies say to me
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
Football meat pies yes those
Wallabies beat the odds
And gave the Perth crowd
A great win for them
Carn the wallabies
Carn the wallabies
The all blacks are the team to beat
And we go one-up oh yeah mate yeah
I wanna be a wallaby
Watcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
47 to 26, I can hardly believe my eyes
Yes Australia gave us a surprise
Go the wallabies kick some ****
Go the wallabies show some class
And they did all blacks had their chances
And Australia never gave up
Cold tinnie crack one right now
Cold tinnie crack it open mate
Crack one for the mighty wallabies mate
Cold tinnie crack one right now
Green and gold green and gold
The best team around
Green and gold green and gold
Too good oh yeah
Black is a dark colour
We need to put the bright colours first
Green and gold, cold tinnie cold tinnie
Crack one for the wallabies mate
I am an Aussie and I love life
And I love when the wallabies win
Especially against the mighty all blacks
Well done wallabies 47 to 26
I can hardly believe it
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
What a win highest ever score
Against New Zealand
Yes dudes what a win

The emus formed a football team
Up Walgett way;
Their dark-brown sweaters were a dream
But kangaroos would sit and scream
To watch them play.

"Now, butterfingers," they would call,
And such-like names;
The emus couldn't hold the ball
- They had no hands - but hands aren't all
In football games.

A match against the kangaroos
They played one day.
The kangaroos were forced to choose
Some wallabies and wallaroos
That played in grey.

The rules that in the West prevail
Would shock the town;
For when a kangaroo set sail
An emu jumped upon his tail
And fetched him down.

A whistler duck as referee
Was not admired.
He whistled so incessantly
The teams rebelled, and up a tree
He soon retired.

The old marsupial captain said,
"It's do or die!"
So down the ground like fire he fled
And leaped above an emu's head
And scored a try.

Then shouting, "Keep it on the toes!"
The emus came.
Fierce as the flooded Bogan flows
They laid their foemen out in rows
And saved the game.

On native pear and Darling pea
They dined that night:
But one man was an absentee:
The whistler duck - their referee -
Had taken flight.

England played today, what a ****-up grandiose style, glass bottle like hail flew down on Marseilles, water-canons, all kinds of crowd dispersers, true grit on the former great, now belittled, nation-state in d' hood reduced to a pitch with 20 idiots running around kicking about Charles' 1st head, and too fidgety skeletons tagged to A.S.B.O.S. tags playing puppets in a rectangle... i stopped watching the match for a cigarette break, the free-kick went in, Saturay, Tesco closing at 10pm, i took to wearing an Australian Open t-shirt, i've never seen so many funerals drinking a beer on my way home - prior it it was all gorilla chanting and Tarzan... i only learned of Tsar Putin dipping his ***** in the **** of Crimea a few minutes later.

your typical Saturday night, next door  neighbour's
trying out an alt. Y.M.C.A. with disco funk,
i guess it spreads easily this day, feel the grooves
or lined Rodin - ape-**** up my *** -
music so loud coming from my neighbour's canopy
i should be asking for canapés - after all Euro 2016
kicked off, scarf-hooligans of Moscow made
Marseilles home-turf , two Brits at the draw
in hospital, faces kicked-in, real bulldogs,
asthmatics at the end of it - conversation turned into a tour
of the Cairngorms or the western outlets...
a lot of Scottish impromptu with **** **** freckles!
gee ginger! aye fucky ***** ****!
Anglo users love interchanging the vowels for emphasis
to differentiate geographic regions -
but this one book review got me -
entitled ***** state by a feminist -
the ugly child abusing father is a punter -
listen, if it were't for prostitutes i'd be a priest
7 years in, acne on my Richie, one ****** in,
kiss on the mouth several times, hell, the guilt trip,
poor boy poor girl, skin cream lubrication,
talk of doctor's appointments, ******* a *****,
i'd get the Scandinavia model if the girls weren't fickle,
the hand is hardly a plastic surgeon of the female
genitalia ***** - bony M... you must be talking
about ******* - ***** M...
Jesus no more the son of god than the patron saint
of prostitutes... the poor guy feels the aches of touch
while the rich boys sushi off a stripper in Billions...
i don't have strong dialectical encouraging to dispute
or discuss - i too am too blame, ask my dermatologist...
so my neighbours threw a party,
on the set-list?
Cheryl Lynn - Got to Be Real; Oliver Cheatham,
Get Down Saturday Night; Edwin Starr - Contact;
and then the one off from One Direction - History -
the DJ suddenly experiences the jitters neurotically
changing songs before they finish - midwestern horror,
Ohio or Iowa hammer masscare, excerpt from
Pink Floyd's anti-fascist anti-educationalist march,
dangly on the Cenotaph -
persona qui umbra-grata (person agreeably welcome
as a shadow) - yep, me and the ex_machina routine...
i know the feminist argument smocking pipe handy
clean for more pages, but ever hear a ******* ******
or laugh with you? if i didn't use up the profession
i'd be the buying type abusive father forever,
who the **** needs **** trips when the moment can please
twos? i'd be up against a Cosmopolitan Magazine Quizzes...
the "perfect boyfriend" types, later coverage in
psychological advice columns... but wait...
all that ******* advice about something being indestructible
in us, about us, beginning with this keen appeal to
atheism already defaults a logic behind the essential
characteristic of the existence pertaining to a psyche -
by destroying god we also resolved to more easily disqualify
the in-destructibility of the soul,
constrained, a study of noumenons, with logic application,
as if with the omni- prefix to the non-essentials of god -
logic destroyed the compatible qualification of soul
ownership, reduced, it gave us the advent of prayer
and the necessity of a god, rather than our selves,
via souls - something without deductive parameters to
cursor and pre- of the experience quickened to
argument with dis- and later -qualificatio;
the кaцaпс fought with Mongols... you think there's
a fair bet for your hooliganism in Marseilles?
well... it all boils down to two identifiers of nationalism:
parade with the royal family near St. James' park
or gut a pig in the south of France...
Wales will not bow this time, given that they're
not getting paid for their national pride dribble,
they'll ******* up... make more adverts with your superstars...
strange that, well, America has idiosyncratic sports,
i never understood the cheese-ball of oval either to the throw -
yes, baseballs makes more sense than cricket,
but you have to understand rugby before you
start crowdsurfing your *** in nappies -
the high expression of nationalism is so Joker-faced
with the Windsor ******, nationalism and a king never match
up to how Mao or ****** would have it...
and the alternative is football hooliganism...
i walked for my whiskey and beer just after the 75th minute,
along the way i met so many funerals, donning my
Australian Open T-Shirt... well, you, know,
a different type of spectator sport - i heard the rabbis
of the oval where deemed cricket tourists when kicking
a penalty through the H architecture -
cricketers are tourists, oval jerker-offs are Wallabies...
Australia in the Eurovision song-contest... oh yeah,
i'm mad... mad about Abba.. Matt in Memphis,
an Eve Cassidy moment, Sia's chandelier cover-up,
the truest form of plagiarism - the cover is better
without all the computing morphings...
oh sure, i could play the dating game...
9 years in and i had two authentic ***** in my day...
one was a black single mum who took me back
to her flat in Stratford, dragged her baby girl from the bed
to the floor, and her baby son, didn't want me to
penetrate her, tucked my **** in between her thighs,
i stopped, was woken by her son in the middle of the night,
took him and laid him on my chest and we fell asleep...
so yeah, prostitution is ALL BAD... coming from a theorist
who hasn't experienced the drudgery of lives "unexpected"
via eventualities akin to Chernobyl... given that the most
paranoid nation scared and scaring others concerning
a nuclear holocaust is the only one to set two off... two!
Pearl Harbour was an army attack on an army base...
what the Americans did was just a very quick Holocaust.

be quiet and still
small and silent
and you will see
wonderous things

these were the sage
words of my grandfather

once a month,
we would go to
a grove in the woods
and learnt the art
of  patient watching....

i remember the first time
i saw an echidna rustle by
and the slow movement
of a blue toungue lizard
moving with the sun...

rabbits and foxes
wallabies, a koala
backing down a tree

but the day that still
delights, is the day
as we sat still and quiet
butterfly's alighted
by the hundreds to
become a carpet
of pure flickering enchantment

and i knew this was life....
at it's finest....and most wonderous.....

When wallabies wander,
what will the world wonder?

Silly slips of slander?
Stagnating soliloquies?

If I ignite indignation,
Inquire indefinitely

All is asunder
And Amy abstains

A fish out of water slaps
for the wet familiar
as first rainbow gasps
for all colour beneath
evergreen eucalypts

and boy becomes hunter.

White flesh in the pan
rainbow now grey;
a dull eye pops in the fat.
The first meal of camp

"We're all about survival"
says the voice from the beard.

In that first howling night the tent holds no echo:
a cocoon of down
muffles the want of a scream
for mother’s goodnight.

Terrain is now is real and not just a geography lesson.

When morning arrives
relief and sunlight slap awake
the face of survival.
Mosquitoes frustrate the zippered gauze, march-flies marshal to march.

Wisps of gum-smoke, the smell of the wild, steam from hot-streams on tussocks, beans in the pannikin, dust in the billy, leaves of tea and gumtree chase the boil.

Longer walk today; boots even more ready for rubbing off skin.

Fourteen miles to the next creek and next water.
Ache in the pack
No rest only winter.
The dingo pads on.
Wild boar root en mass. Wombats rummage the banks.
Wallabies thump up the ridge-line.

"We’ll circle our tent-line and raise tonight’s fire after dark."
Says the beard and walks on.

The hunter
Seeks now no quarry
Dreams the snap of a soft sheet
and mouths words
for the water of home.

for some reason,
unnown yet
i am sitting here
hot coffee in hand
transfixed by the
memory of a day
lifetimes ago.....

when i took a wrong turn
seeking a small town... and
a cobbler of  soft leather shoes...
instead i found myself
on a bush track, far too
narrow to turn my combi
van around
forced to travel on...
getting further and further
along

until, abruptly the track widened
and the most gorgeous vista
appeared
green grass, sedges and spinfex in waves,
led down to a billabong, eucalypt gums,
ghost and red,
large in size and old in years
dotted the irregular,
ameboic shape

and the water,
so clear, so clear, so clear
reflecting the cloud dusted sky,

to one side the face of a gorge, ochre red rusted
crazed weith black cracks
and green whiskery growths,
on which rock wallabies fed.
unafraid of the big lemoned
wedged combi, who sat
monolithically in their environs.

as  i disembarked,
up from the grass thicket, one thousand and one (i counted) budgerigars alight and took to the wing,
in a swirling mass of
god's whimsical glory.
the sound, a deafening
chirk-chatter and whoosh
as they, in sychron,
wheeled and turned flew over my head and back into  the bush.

needless to say, i never bothered to buy those soft
leather shoes.....

I had it all made before Glenn my trainer
Came along
I finally got Canberra to respect I like to party
And I finally got Canberra to respect me as a person
No, I had it all made before Glenn my trainer came along
I watched the wallabies even if they lose
I cheered for the raiders with cool people
And if they won I would be happy
I still like to exercise
But the cool people liked everything I did
But when Glenn my trainer came along
He said shape up
Write proper stories
Don’t be lazy
Walk quickly don’t walk slow
No, I had it made
I was able to make Canberra realise
That there is nothing wrong with being lazy
Especially on a Sunday
And Glenn my trainer treated me like a robot
To make me a fully functioning human being
I don’t want to be a fully functioning human being
I go on the bike 15 minutes at a time
But Glenn my trainer made me do
41000 steps a day
And I refused because I am not a machine
Yes, I had it made before Glenn my trainer came along
I did what I wanted to do
Yes today I do my exercises
And I can have fun
But I want people to like me for what I am
As opposed to the fully functional human being that Glenn my trainer wanted me to be
I tell you I had it made

Sleeping under the stars tonight
Yet feel hotter than the sun
Not brave to face the elements
There's insects on the run

There's spiders in the tents already
And gecko climbing up the wall
The toilets full of frog friends
So will I sleep at all?

Lay awake with the wallabies
By darkness they hop near
I quite enjoy this company
They're not the ones I fear

It's not even snakes or red-backs
To see them here is rare
What's bugging me tonight
Mosquito sound everywhere

Cocooned safely inside my furnace
Listening to sounds of night
Crickets, frogs and rustling leaves
Life heard but out of sight

But it's not all lost in darkness
There's movement I can see
Above me large wings shadow
Bats flapping in mango tree

So instead of hope for sleep just now
I watch the starry night above
And I know no matter all the pests
This whole thing I just love

and we would get up early
so early that the stars
would still sit high
in the dark night sky

we would drink milo
out of plastic cups
and eat oval arrowroot biscuits
spread thickly with butter

we would line up to go to the loo
one last time before piling into
the old car, sliding across bench seats
half our world packed into the boot

then we were off, on the old country roads
still sleepy for the first couple of towns
stopping at Jacaranda for a cup of tea
lukewarm, milky and sweet from the thermos
half a cheese sandwich each, and a fearful trip
to the draughty long drop toilet...looking for redbacks
the whole time, but only finding spinning daddy long legs

after that back into the car, for two hours of
winding our way down, the big hill,
listening for the clearnote  call of the bellbird,
watching for wallabies and wombats on the road fringe
and the bigger kangaroos, bouncing away
across the clearings...

at the bottom of the hill, Grafton a quick stop
to stretch our legs eat the cupcake,
used to bribe us into decent behavior up to that point
and another vist to the conveniences.
before the run down the coast,
past the big white resort
and into Brooms Head,
for a week of surf and sun
fish and chips, buckets of prawns,
frosty fruits and sunny boys
in tent and caravan,  
swimmers and towels,
we were tribal and free,
roaming the tideline
staying up at the campfire,
sleeping and waking
with the birds......
always such an adventure....
those idyllic days of summer

i have to tell you - there's nothing better
than the winter and the late autumn
months

with regards to hygiene...

sure, washing the arm-pits every day,
teeth once a day with a pea
sized amount of toothpaste...

but the full-works?
  a shower?
and on the third day, he rose from
the dead:
on in this case a very subtle odor...

but during the cold months
when you're not sweating too much,
a shower on the third day
feels like... a... baptism...
sometimes during the act,
but certainly when you're drying
yourself off...

but to get that sensation?
i'd recommend having a few drinks prior...

beside that...
what a weekend...
a match-up between the Kiwi All Blacks
and the Springboks,
rugby...
the second half... blitzkrieg...
staggering comeback...

but the cherry on top of this weekend?
i've never seen such a rugby match...
Los Pumas (Argentina)
  vs. the Wallabies (Australia)...
god... i've never watched a match
that good...
  the Wallabies? 31 to 7 down...
first half... second half?
   the Wallabies down 45 to 34!
the action, relentless,
   like watching sea waves....

which brings me to topic numero uno...
why would the Americans protest
the N.F.L. over someone kneeling
for the anthem?
i'd protest the N.F.L. because the sport
is ****! or as someone up north
would say: *****.

         if you've ever watched rugby
you'd know the difference...
the refereeing? superb...
             which is probably why people
never turn tribal and animal-like,
brutish as they do in football (soccer) -
because people get fired up
over a bad referee decision...
  which is why...
         this whole VR will not be given
enough status...
bad refereeing is what fuels
the passion in football (soccer)....

sure the skill of the players, a great goal,
dribbling, yeah yeah:
show me when the crowd when
a penalty is not given,
or better still: when the off-side is called...

but why protest the N.F.L.?
watch rugby instead...
   it's so much a better sport...
i never understood the point of
american "football"... more like:
throw an egg once,
have a rough and tumble in the middle
wearing aprons / nappies
and find one Forrest Gump on the other
side of no-man's-land...

         one throw : STOP! : regroup :
make another throw : STOP! : regroup :
make yet another throw : STOP!
**** me... it's worse than watching
a private t.v. channel drama with
all the advert intermissions in between...

and esp. after watching today's
Liverpool vs. Manchester City game...
nil nil was the end result,
with a penalty five minutes from 90,
missed...
   how many chances on goal
and on target?
                 one each...
  a game that primarily consisted
of passing the ball, keeping possession,
noted: esp. with the defense playing more
game than either the midfielders or
the strikers...
    boring as ****, or:
watching a chess match with only
the knight pieces moving across
the chess board, jumping out from behind
the pawns...
now... West Ham 3
   Manchester United 1, 29/09/2018?
now that was a match...
                          but it's rugby all the way.

i wouldn't bother boycotting the N.F.L.
over the kneeling incident,
i'd just watch a better sport.

Chasing camels knowing nothing
Faded, crossing the grass!
Dollar signs in my hair, nothing nothing, despair
Something sweeps along!

Pirates (become) cool again, kingdoms crossing dens
I wonder what keeps you afloat!
In the end however
You shall ought to ought discover
You better pay attention
Cause those wallabies won’t be merciful today

An hundred ***** dozen
The earth’s cosmic crap
Don’t worry about a thing
Let it all hang out loose

The floating desert above my window
Seeing cacti from miles around
That melty feeling in the floor
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy

Cortisone, Caroline, chlamydia  

Ryan Reynolds’ ***** fat old swine
Never letting go of this once-ward prime
Purple moles with drills on their heads
Green dotty daughters of pinkness concoction
Creation of the nullness of the black thing-a-mah-bob
Relapse and relax, do your slam thing.

The wind whistles by me lightly cooling my warm sun struck skin,
Each drop of sweat instantly freezes sending shivers from within,
As the breeze picks up, so does my hair whipping and curling around my face,
Then in just a single moment it’s dead still, the wind has won it’s race.
I can hear the birds now laughing and watch them race from tree to tree,
I wonder what they’re chatting about, and if they know they’re free,
Without the wind, it’s almost as if the world stopped turning now,
It’s hot but I don’t care, let the sun keep burning down.
I can feel the temperature is high but the scent out here is low,
Traces of hay and cattle rise slowly to my nose,
A gentle soothing marinade to compliment my day,
“Smells like home” I thought to myself, but did not say.
My barren tongue lingers with tones of dirt, hay and dryness,
In my throat remains a hint of burnt bush, just the finest,
Sealed by my lips it all comfortably works there,
There is a certain peace with this landscape that I share.
Without my shoes, I feel the Earth beneath my feet,
I feel connected rather *****, I can hear my own heart beat,
Once my muscles tire of standing, I lay down in patches of dead grass,
Not long after ants are here, and they all just move so fast.
As I lay there watching, growing itchy – Though not from the ants,
A giant grasshopper visits my chest, so majestic in his stance,
He moves to face me with his intimidating position,
Whether I jump or not is completely his decision.
While my hands grow numb under my head, I squint uncomfortably at the sky,
I see a colour blue as blue, so far away, up so high,
It’s clear and clean, not a single cloud in sight,
Just the sun gleaming down, preparing the world for night.
As I lay here in the outback wanting it no other way,
Listening to the leaves rustle from wallabies that play,
I think about where I’m going to be soon far away,
But I stop and fill my lungs, and just enjoy this gorgeous day.

The first sun shines at half past four
The red dirt makes a grass-less floor
This is a life of unique brand
For him they call "the Kimberley man".

The fans are never cool enough
On leathered skin built Kimberley tough
But how do you tell the tourist fleet
You never get used to Kimberley heat.

But there's a thinking that takes it slow
In rhythm with Ord River's flow
There's more to life than comfort and money
Like fishing for Barra without the hurry.

Albino gekko's' eat the flys
While the blue tailed kooka's laughs and crys
Crocs and dragons and wallabies too
Live with the Owl who gives two hoots.

The Kimberley man is silently proud
Like a Kimberley king with a Kimberley crown
Of views a virtuoso would say
Is fit for a concert that he would play.

Wet season build up is only released
By cracking black clouds that sets you free
From humid sighs in front of the fan
And the unsaid life of the Kimberley man.

****** it is the Brisbane bowling trip day 9

Today we went to Australia zoo
We all were given yummy treats to eat there
Some people walked around in groups
And others like me chose walking around the zoo single handed
We saw crocodiles and and tortoises and dingoes
And 1 dingo jumped up when I was taking his photograph
While the other dingo just lied there relaxing in the hot sun
And I saw some wallabies and kangaroos
Walking around us, and I walked around the cute koalas
Got some photos, because my iPhone doesn’t have a flash
And then I walked up amongst a sleeping snake
And a sleeping tiger, really awesome😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
And then I walked around to the zebras and giraffes
They were totally radical dude
Then I walked back to the crocaseum to see the show
Fun animal sounds and one guy lifted his arms out
And caught the bird, once in just one hand
And then it was two hands, awesome 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃
And then they brought more birds as well as a snake
And Robert Irwin and his brother in law, chandler
Came out to have a play with a crocodile
Which I put on my YouTube channel (Aaron clayton)
Santa in top hat photo, it already shared 10 views AWESOME
It was the most fun I have ever had
Then as I went out of the crocoseum
I bought a rainbow ice cream in a cup
It was scrummy, and I bought a cuddly crocodile
With Steve Irwin’s autograph on it, cool
Then I bought a wildlife warrior cap
As well as a few fridge magnets of koalas and the Irwin’s
Then I walked around to other koala tree
And one of the koalas had a little baby with her
Hooooooooowwwwww. Cccccccuuuuuuutttttttteeeeeee❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
And then I saw a tortoise and an echidna
And many more, after that I bought a rock Lea road chocolate
And we got in the bus to go back to Brisbane
And when we got back to the pacific hotel
We had a shower and went to the 10 th floor
For a pizza night, and some garlic bread
Which was also scrummy
And I took many photos of the view of Brisbane from up there
And I am putting them on my Brian Allan Facebook page
And Brian Allan 6 Instagram page
And after the pizza was eaten up
We went around the table to hear people’s best moments
Of the trip and today
Like it’s the donnellys YouTube page saying
‘What made you happy today’
It was fun listening to everyone saying happy things
About the trip and then after that, I went home
Do my things and off to bed ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😁😁

I reckon I am kinda cute
I love to watch the AFL
And support teams that
Don’t often win that game
I like to watch Sydney v Carlton
And I say Sydney Sydney Sydney
Or Carlton Carlton Carlton
And when Adam Goodes scores a goal
I used to say onya goodsey
Now if Eddie betts scores a goal
I say onya bettsy
I used to sit there with teddy bears
As a collection item
I liked drinking lots and lots Coca Cola
And I used to say free instead of three
Saying I was cute
I liked tony lockett when he played for the swans I said well done plugger
And Barry hall took Lockett’s place
I said good onya bazza
Punch that other player
Mind you I don’t like bazza punching
I think he had alien hand syndrome
I wanted to help the homeless
Get a home cooked meal
Or have a home in a hotel
With round the clock dental and medical work
I like young kids who love to perform music going to meet and greets with their fans
I like making sure my washing is up to date
And my washing is done
I love to wear a Canberra Raiders top
And if they make the grand final
I used to go to their club to watch the game and cheer on the team with their fans
I have two adorable Neices Caitlin and Susan
Who love what they can out of life
I like bindi Irwin and her brother Robert
How they love animals saying they are just like humans
I cheer on the brumbies
To win the super 15
And even if the wallabies have no chance on winning I still like it if they fluke one
But I don’t like cheating
Cheaters never prosper
I love my life too much to **** myself
But I find it hard with people who talk about killing them selves
I think medication can soothe you
And help you get better
I love to be loud because that prevents yot
From being taken by people
I have false teeth because I acted like a kid
I think overall I am cute
Yes Brian Allan is cute
Able to get a women in minutes
A