There's talk again <br />of a republic, Jeeesus. <br />A lad named Turnbull, <br />rich and so recalcitrant <br />now in the forefront of <br />a movement, perhaps doomed. <br /> <br />The head of state in Oz <br />is still the British Queen <br />with all her family, like Charles <br />and all her royal baggage. <br />Now I have seen a better head <br />on many schooners of the amber fluid <br />though she could chew the fat I s'ppose <br />with any bludger or a blowie <br />but would she know what is fair dinkum <br />when first she meets a nutducker out west? <br />A cabbage patcher from Victoria, <br />to cotton onto, well, I do believe the queen <br />would likely feel like one of those <br />pick-pockets in a nudist camp, <br />so this I say, out here in this fine place <br />called Woop-Woop, where the rules of Rafferty <br />and other jumbucks of the Never Never count <br />we do not need the cornstalks of the South, <br />nor 'nanabenders nor country bumpkins <br />we have our ruby dazzlers, in Bazzaland, <br />so keep the illiwhackers, even royal ones <br />in merry old where the galahs and ningnongs live <br />all pommies would soon bark or call a Ralph <br />I'll have a cuppa now and think about the turps <br />and whether we might ever be on sticky wicket <br />I think I'll send the queen an issue of Bagman's gazette.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/royal-thoughts/
