This poem is a true story. I repeat; it's a true, fair dinkum story. |
To all you poms, yankies, pakkies and Greeks who still can’t speak the Queen’s English, I will explain a few words which are included in this yarn : HOON = anyone who drives like my grandmother on a Friday night, after she’s had a few tinnies TINNIE = can of beer FOUREX = a popular Queensland brand of beer (e.g. Fosters, Millers, Fourex) SHOUT = buy beer for all your mates DEAR = expensive HOLIDAYING = taking a vacation MINI (or MINI COOPER) = the same car Mr. Bean drives WINDA (pronounced winn-da) = window BOOKED = to receive a fine from a policeman (e.g. I was booked for speeding) ROCKY = Rockhampton city GO BEFORE YOU LEAVE Years ago when I was a youth I was a regular teenage hoon, My mates and I would race our cars From Rocky to Yeppoon. In those days the roads were rough And wound around tight curves. Driving that stretch took a lotta skill, With the help of hardened nerves. One day my friends and I Were holidaying at the beach, And when came time to drive back home We made a wager each … The losing car, we all agreed, Should shout a box of beer. And bear in mind, on a teenager’s wage This loss could be quite dear. So off we sped, the four of us Were spread amongst three cars. First came Steve, then came Sedge … Greg and I were coming last Yes I was passenger, Greg was driving, The vehicle was a Mini - But halfway home I felt the strain Of my previous fourex tinnie. “Stop the Car !!” I ordered Greg, “I really cannot wait” But all that Greg could think of now, Was shouting for his mates. I tried to hold it, and I must say My brow was lined with sweat; And things looked good, we were catching up, We may not lose this bet. But nature pressed the issue more, And want turned into neeeeed; But Greg just would not stop that car, My stress was high indeed. “Ya gotta stop !!” I yelled at him, “I’m gunna wet the seat” My eyes were wide, my teeth were clenched, “Who cares if we get beat !??!” Greg reached down and found a cup Rolling on the floor “Fill this up” he quietly smirked, And pressed the pedal more. “Fill this up ?” I queried him, “I need a cup that’s bigger” And Greg replied … “Then switch it off when the cup gets full, “And throw it out the winda” “Switch it off ??” I was horrified, That’s easier said than done; But all that Greg could think of now, Was making sure we won. I kneeled up high upon the seat, My jeans around my knees And as we rounded every curve My aim was like the seas. And Greg was laughing really loud, The cup was near his ear; And as the rising tide filled up, We both grew full of fear. We were both enthralled with this cup, Greg’s idea was enterprising; And hoots of laughter filled the car … … … … … … … And still the tide kept rising. But I looked up and straight ahead, All the cars had halted And Greg, distracted by the cup, Kept the needle on one-hundred. In we went with smashing force, The cup ?? … well it went flying; And I was thrown upon the floor, Ooooh I felt like dying. Now bear in mind my jeans were down And the cup had widely sprayed, Now people rushed to help us out And render us first aid. “GO AWAYYYYY !!” I yelled at them And struggled to my feet; And then proceeded to get dressed Upon that Mini seat. The police arrived, and Greg and I Were questioned by a trooper, Then we were booked for filling cups In a speeding Mini Cooper And so I guess my story shows A moral to retrieve … From personal experience, I now say : “GO BEFORE YOU LEAVE” |