Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

In this sunburnt land Australia
We have no fear of failure
Our seasons are topsy-turvy
And our highways are all curvy

Turn The Other Chic

Simply Open-Mouthed With Admiration

Photgraphs copyright: DAVID McMAHON

When I was growing up in India, fairgrounds were all about fairy floss and games of skill. Now that I've lived in Australia for twenty years, I reckon one of the most enduring favourites for children is the Clown Game. The clown's head rotates about 120 degrees, from left to right, and the aim is to drop a series of table tennis balls through its open mouth, to try and get them into a series of numbered slots. Prizes are determined by the total.

FOOTNOTE: So where d’ya keep the clown jewels?