Mondays

Oh God it's Monday! How did the weekend go so quickly?
What fun I had! A night at the pub, a late breakfast of bacon and eggs,
off to the footy and after the shops.
I mowed the lawn on Sunday, like every other bloke,
washed the car then crashed on the couch.

The Pizza on Saturday night was a beauty,
A new shop downtown brought it all round,
In time for the show on telly.
Knocked it down with a few beers
And finished it off with a bowl of ice-cream, low fat of course.

The wife and kids are complaining again, they say they're not happy
What's to complain about, they're well fed, got the house and 4WD?
What's a man to do? I work all week to bring home the bread
and still I get it in the head!
I think it's time I went fishing.


 

Australian I am

I love a sunburned country deep and wide,
Surrounded by jade blue coastlines, sand so fine.
Our people are varied and not so many,
Cultures diverse, at times a little terse.

We call each other mate, yet often forget our dates,
Except unless they are Fridays and Mondays,
Then, "You beauty!" Off for the weekend we will go,
We love our well earned rest, you see, to man we are no debtor.

Footy in all it's styles we watch, on big screens if you please,
Our favourite drop is a tinny top, a beer you lot!
Our sportsmen and women are our heroes, after all we are true blue,
Unless of course they shaft us, then it is, "Ya bloody mug!"

Our newest members struggle with our culture,
we wear our thongs, rubber mate, on our feet to beat the heat,
We eat our pies, sausage rolls, hamburgers and chips,
 and then watch our cooking shows, replete.

We have our say about our leaders and are quick to tell them when they are wrong,
From our intelligent couches, where we are inclined to meet.
We want our pensions, benefits and handouts which we are due, but if we go into the red
Why "those bloody politicians are useless mate, I could do a better job, just name the date."