Wharf Stoush
Wharf Stoush
Twenty years ago I drove a bus, day or night,
For Brisbane council yes I drove blue Panthers I'm no skite,
To New Farm Wharf I drove a load of passengers, orright,
But one big Wharfie picked on me, and ordered me to fight,
He said I drove a cattle truck, I agreed that he was right,
With seventy people on the bus, the crowd was packed so tight,
They stood and watched and waited, while he and I'd alight,
They'd see the match a blood sport, their favorite delight ,
He came for me a flailing, with arms both swinging, bright,
A straight left flashed to hit his chin, he fell alright,
His hat flew off it left him it sailed on out of sight,
He said “thank you Mr” and walked into the nite.
Shani Fassbender
Contest Name Tell Me a Secret
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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