Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
Beside the gum trees, in the heat
Where the track and creek do meet
You’ll find the pub, a small tin shack
Where you can drink with Thirsty Jack
Where the track and creek do meet
You’ll find the pub, a small tin shack
Where you can drink with Thirsty Jack
11 comments:
Thirsty Jack sits in the pub
He has a drink with his grub
What does he eat with his brew
A heaping helping of beef stew
I'd probably edit the last line to....
"where if you're thirsty you'll order jack"
laughing...
I'll drink to that, David, and to the previous comments too.
Cheers!
You know Jack, too? Man, it's a small world!
Haha, love it. I know a Thirsty Jack around here, too ;)
Is taht Thirsty Jack Thompson of the "Clayton's" advert? Lol!
"the drink you have, when your not having a drink?"
that sound perfect to me.
Thirsty Jack drinks like a fish
He doesn't even know which dish
Of food is offered in the pub
Because he's lying 'gainst a tub.
Set'em up, Jack, and make mine rye,
Here's to gravel in your gut and spit in your eye,
Today we drink, tomorrow we die,
We'll make our son's proud and make their momma's cry.
(Sorry, just heard that a young man I know is on his way to Iraq. I am feeling pessimistic.)
Thirsty Jack had not a quid
to pay the tab or if he did
he hid it well for none to see
and so the bartab fell to me!
Sandi
too funny!
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