The
Storyteller
Disclaimer: The contents of these pages may well be based on ideas from fact but the effect of my imagination has rendered them largely fiction! Do not give credibility to the contents.....
unless you have a suspicious mind..... well, do you?
Laugh at yourself and the world will laugh with you.
Norman's Lament
We'll all be ruined cried Norman.
We should go out to war
‘cause the road that goes to Joondalup
is running past my door.
It doesn't really matter
about others near the shore,
we cannot have that plurry road
come past here any more.
It's very nearly finished.
It's almost up the hill.
If it gets up there those Banksia nuts
will make my life a hell.
The traffic lights are useless
and we can't get out of here.
I don't know how I will survive
If I run out of beer
I'll go up to the Council
and I'll get down on my knees.
If I don't forget my P's and Q's
and say my pretty please,
will they pity me and listen?
Do I have an even chance?
Will they wait upon my every word
or lead a merry dance?
Will my neighbourhood be shattered
by the heavy laden roar
of long loads with exhaust brakes
and pedals to the floor?
Will I ever hear the Tch Tch Tch
of Skippy on my grass,
or will that plurry Council
Leave me sitting on my bicycle?
April 2004
