Retired in Brisbane Australia

Warrigal said:
As there is behind mine. (Not terribly exciting though)
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I am ducking off to write another Free Verse. I have a rough idea, I will have to see if it pans out it will be #44 in my Yarnetry series. The subjects are diverse and I hope they will create some interest.
 
Mango Chutney said:
I am retired and I live in Brisbane Australia.

I have done a lot of things, more things than the average punter but now I am 78, so all I do now is play Lawn Bowls 3 days per week and mess around on the computer talking to my artist friends on Facebook.

My latest "caper" has been writing yarns in Free Verse - I call it Yarnetry (yarns and poetry). I am trying for 50 in my Yarnetry series and to find them please click on this link. Your comments will be appreciated. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wsxcO5AYv72gVcNCBAMykveRu6xd68oj9YHg6AhFC1Q/edit?usp=sharing
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I read several, found them certainly original and seemingly a little complicated to write as you have. They are different.
 
drifter said:
I read several, found them certainly original and seemingly a little complicated to write as you have. They are different.
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Thanks Drifter, yes some are old jokes retold, but mostly they are all original.

Once I have a general idea, then I get the first 2 lines out then the rest is like following the yellow brick road.

The actual writing of #44 took me an hour.
 
G'day Mango, from another Queenslander. I lived in Brisbane (born there) for many years and haven't really moved too far away. Living in the Redlands now.

I'm also another writer, more into rhyming poetry than free verse though. I find free verse difficult to write, so hats off to you, well done.

Here's an old Aussie bush poem of mine you might get a kick out of.

WHAT MRS. BROWN SAW
(c) Leonie Parker

Bazza donned his old worn stubbies when he went to check the post
and he forewent any undies (it hits forty on the coast).
His old thongs weren’t double pluggers and they chose that day to pop,
leaving poor old Bazza no choice but to do the Aussie hop.

As he braved the red hot driveway, foot to foot, and side to side,
his spasmodic, swaying motion made his stubbies start to slide.
The elastic in the waistband, old, and now not tight enough,
meant that one false move and Bazza would be standing in the buff.

But he caught his errant stubbies with his hand before they fell
and he had his mail clutched tightly in his other hand as well.
Then he saw his next door neighbour, Mrs Brown (she’s eighty-three),
watching closely from the shelter of her Eucalyptus tree.

She said “How ya doin’, Bazza? It’s good drinking weather mate,”
and she offered him a coldie from across the garden gate
but our Bazza isn’t stupid he put down the mail then he
took advantage of her offer - with the hand that he had free.

Now young Bazza was real thirsty so that coldie went down well
but he still had half a bottle when she waved and said farewell
and because he is a gentleman, an Aussie chevalier,
he just waved back with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his beer.

Mrs Brown got quite an eyeful when his shorts began to slip
and they wrapped around his ankles making poor old Bazza trip.
When his feet went out from under him he landed with a plop
and he might have lost his dignity – but didn’t spill a drop.

Mrs. Brown’s old eyes grew wider; she gave Bazza such a wink
as she beckoned him ‘come hither’ he damn near swore off the drink,
but he pulled himself together though the thought still makes him pale.
Now he’s wearing boots and long johns when he goes to check the mail
 
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Hi Mango,welcome glad you found us
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Leonie said:
G'day Mango, from another Queenslander. I lived in Brisbane (born there) for many years and haven't really moved too far away. Living in the Redlands now.

I'm also another writer, more into rhyming poetry than free verse though. I find free verse difficult to write, so hats off to you, well done.

Here's an old Aussie bush poem of mine you might get a kick out of.

WHAT MRS. BROWN SAW
(c) Leonie Parker

Bazza donned his old worn stubbies when he went to check the post
and he forewent any undies (it hits forty on the coast).
His old thongs weren’t double pluggers and they chose that day to pop,
leaving poor old Bazza no choice but to do the Aussie hop.

As he braved the red hot driveway, foot to foot, and side to side,
his spasmodic, swaying motion made his stubbies start to slide.
The elastic in the waistband, old, and now not tight enough,
meant that one false move and Bazza would be standing in the buff.

But he caught his errant stubbies with his hand before they fell
and he had his mail clutched tightly in his other hand as well.
Then he saw his next door neighbour, Mrs Brown (she’s eighty-three),
watching closely from the shelter of her Eucalyptus tree.

She said “How ya doin’, Bazza? It’s good drinking weather mate,”
and she offered him a coldie from across the garden gate
but our Bazza isn’t stupid he put down the mail then he
took advantage of her offer - with the hand that he had free.

Now young Bazza was real thirsty so that coldie went down well
but he still had half a bottle when she waved and said farewell
and because he is a gentleman, an Aussie chevalier,
he just waved back with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his beer.

Mrs Brown got quite an eyeful when his shorts began to slip
and they wrapped around his ankles making poor old Bazza trip.
When his feet went out from under him he landed with a plop
and he might have lost his dignity – but didn’t spill a drop.

Mrs. Brown’s old eyes grew wider; she gave Bazza such a wink
as she beckoned him ‘come hither’ he damn near swore off the drink,
but he pulled himself together though the thought still makes him pale.
Now he’s wearing boots and long johns when he goes to check the mail
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Wow that's a ripper mate.
 
Leonie said:
G'day Mango, from another Queenslander. I lived in Brisbane (born there) for many years and haven't really moved too far away. Living in the Redlands now.

I'm also another writer, more into rhyming poetry than free verse though. I find free verse difficult to write, so hats off to you, well done.

Here's an old Aussie bush poem of mine you might get a kick out of.

WHAT MRS. BROWN SAW
(c) Leonie Parker

Bazza donned his old worn stubbies when he went to check the post
and he forewent any undies (it hits forty on the coast).
His old thongs weren’t double pluggers and they chose that day to pop,
leaving poor old Bazza no choice but to do the Aussie hop.

As he braved the red hot driveway, foot to foot, and side to side,
his spasmodic, swaying motion made his stubbies start to slide.
The elastic in the waistband, old, and now not tight enough,
meant that one false move and Bazza would be standing in the buff.

But he caught his errant stubbies with his hand before they fell
and he had his mail clutched tightly in his other hand as well.
Then he saw his next door neighbour, Mrs Brown (she’s eighty-three),
watching closely from the shelter of her Eucalyptus tree.

She said “How ya doin’, Bazza? It’s good drinking weather mate,”
and she offered him a coldie from across the garden gate
but our Bazza isn’t stupid he put down the mail then he
took advantage of her offer - with the hand that he had free.

Now young Bazza was real thirsty so that coldie went down well
but he still had half a bottle when she waved and said farewell
and because he is a gentleman, an Aussie chevalier,
he just waved back with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his beer.

Mrs Brown got quite an eyeful when his shorts began to slip
and they wrapped around his ankles making poor old Bazza trip.
When his feet went out from under him he landed with a plop
and he might have lost his dignity – but didn’t spill a drop.

Mrs. Brown’s old eyes grew wider; she gave Bazza such a wink
as she beckoned him ‘come hither’ he damn near swore off the drink,
but he pulled himself together though the thought still makes him pale.
Now he’s wearing boots and long johns when he goes to check the mail
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Wow that's a ripper Mate. You are a kindred spirit indeed.
 
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