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Showing posts with label dag. Show all posts
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25 April 2014

Dag's Verse

What a bonzer tour! (Don't chunder.)
The Royals came Down Under,
both looking very chipper,
and I'm glad they brought the nipper.

Our PM Tony Abbott,
a monarchist by habit,
is set to slash the pension,
but that wouldn't get a mention

in official conversation
as they traipsed around the nation,
nor the planes he's gone and bought
though we think he didn't ought.

It was smiles and waves and toys
(for big and little boys)
in the headlines and the snaps,
the tweets and brand-new apps.

They attended the Dawn Service
with a solemn air of purpose,
then they came back for the march....
Now the crowds are feeling parched.

Let us raise a glass my friends,
as the ANZAC shindig ends
(and so does my daggy poem)
to their right royal journey home.

At dVerse we are invited to try a "dagsvers" — a Nordic tradition of daily rhyming verse on items in the news. In Australia, of course, "dag" means something very different. How could I resist?