would it be possible to move my "just like that" post to another forum? Doesn't seem appropriate here anymore.
2 comments posted: Sunday, August 2nd, 2020
An Aussie Christmas
Night Before Christmas in Aussie land
'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,
Snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty kangaroos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.
Now, I'm telling the truth it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names.
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,
I'll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled!
And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies beneath the yule tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!'
5 comments posted: Thursday, December 6th, 2018
The Road Less Travelled
by M Scott Peck.
Has anyone read this? I'd be very interested in your opinions.
1 comment posted: Tuesday, September 6th, 2016
Saving Facebook messages to PC.
Can anyone tell me how to do this without copying and pasting bit by bit? I have found over 15000 messages I need to save.
2 comments posted: Thursday, April 23rd, 2015
Down here in Australia......
.....it's already 2015.
Happy New Year SI.
20 comments posted: Wednesday, December 31st, 2014
Glitter Glue malfunction
Stage one of my Christmas Card Exchange strategy is to highlight certain spots on the front of my Christmas Cards with glitter glue (kindyglitz).
A clogged nozzle and the use of a precisely applied stabby pokey tool (I think it's called a paper piercer) resulted in said glitter glue spraying from here to Easter.
dayum. Off to buy more glitter glue and cards in the morning.
Before you judge me you have to understand that it's important to get on to your cards early on this side of the world so they reach you guys before the guy in the red suit.
eta; I really do know how to spell malfunction it's late, I've had a busy day and I'm covered in glittery, gluey stuff.
[This message edited by trying to smile at 7:12 PM, November 3rd (Monday)]
18 comments posted: Monday, November 3rd, 2014