"Better than the gold of
kings, are memories of happy things."
Today I present some light humour. This is one of several bush poems I included in 'Gunnedah Hero'. It's called 'Bruno's Seven Wives'. I'm a sometimes poet, but I enjoy having fun with words. This poem is about the Australian gold rush in the 1850's.
‘Twas way back in the big o’l Rush – the golden one I mean,
I met a Latin bloke, so rough and tough and downright lean.
It happened quite by chance down at a ‘Sly’ near Tamba Creek,
of all the wildly tales he had ‘twas gold he hoped to eke.
Me and Bruno, we had fun and laughed with happy glee
but two pint-pots and pretty soon neither of us could see.
We made the other patrons leave with all our talk and noise,
we didn’t mean them any harm, us larrikins of boys.
Ol’ Bruno, he was quite a lad and had a wife or two,
was my turn to get lucky when I met a girl named Prue.
She was a strong and solid lass, and boy she had a smile,
made her way to see him as she walked a lengthy mile.
He said she was his seventh – and I thought him up to tricks,
lucky that I’d kept the peace, then met his number six.
A shorter girl with darker hair was quite a charming maid,
poor Jane, she sat there all forlorn, a-lookin’ rather staid.
I got up in the morning and had Bruno come to me
with another bold and fearless lass he called his number three.
Ah, this one was a sweetie – so damn young and pretty too,
the newest one of Bruno’s and by far the best of few.
She too was Latin, seems that she had followed him by sea,
had crossed the wildest oceans just to find and be with he.
I liked that gal indeed – for me it was her Latin charm,
though nought a chance I knew I had, but lookin’ did no harm.
A week had passed us by and then I met a bawdy one,
a girl so full and amply built; by God, she was some fun.
And just when I had chances and some thoughts I might deplore,
Bruno came upon the scene this time with number four.
To make things even worse along came woman number two,
so there I was just starin’, there was nothin’ I could do.
I sat still all agog and just admired his lovin’ way,
while Bruno made the sounds that seem to make all women sway.
That lean, smooth Latin lover, he said everything just right,
he charmed the girls, he soothed their souls and left me no delight.
I’d never seen the likes of him; smooth charm he sure did ooze.
old Bruno played it super cool and let his women choose.
He knew of all the tiny whispers girls so like to hear,
it was a tried and simple style and made them feel no fear.
I’m sure it was his charming grin and true romantic heart,
that offered him the full-proof edge and left me with no start.
Yet me and Bruno stayed as mates like bees inside a hive,
but some time later on the scene out came his number five.
She was true Irish, just like me, but greener than the rest,
her name was Kathryn Ryan and by far the very best.
One night while we were sittin’ ‘round a hot and roarin’ fire,
just havin’ fun and laughin’ ‘till the humour turned to ire,
it was a bold and tough old wench who came upon the scene,
she bowled right in on all of us, so hard and downright mean.
‘Twas Bruno’s number one; a scary gal called Madame Lash,
who spat out evil anger making all the others dash.
Then she let forth ya know, she was a swearin’, cursin’ dame,
and left our dearest Bruno feeling weak and kind of lame.
That’s how it happened way back then, back amidst the Rush,
When I met a clean lean Latin - so full of lovely gush.
That’s how I came to find meself a cute ‘lil Irish wife,
when Lash got hold of Bruno and caused a heap of strife.
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I'm Clancy Tucker