SCENIC SUNDAY
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THE BOARD WALK
'Under the Board Walk' I've heard of,
But this one is flat to the ground.
It's a wonderful spot for an afternoon walk
With a dear little boy, I have found.
The knots in the wood fascinate him;
He looks with intent down each hole,
So the walk is much more like an amble
As we have no particular goal.
With the sea and the ships in the distance
And Redhead, the town, up ahead,
Who cares where the Board Walk has come from?
Who cares where our footsteps have led?
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This is a case of being in the Wrong Place at the  Wrong Time!
GREAT TIMING!
Toby went up to Heaven because he'd recently died,
And he  saw the Gate of Heaven and he hoped to go inside.
But  Saint Peter was on duty at the entrance with his pen,
Waiting  to do a character-check on Toby and other men.
'Your  record's looking pretty good' Saint Peter said and smiled;
'You've  done more good than bad, I'd say, since first you were a child,
But I  require some very special deed to clinch the deal,
Some  mighty act of kindness you've committed with great zeal'.
A grin  spread over Toby's face; 'Well, that's not hard to tell!
I did an  act of kindness that will suit you very well!'
Saint  Peter, looking genial, prepared to bend an ear,
So Toby  commenced his story saying 'Well, it was like this here……
I was  driving my car in the Bad Lands, enjoying a short vacation,
When I  chanced upon a sweet young girl in a dangerous situation.
She was  being attacked by a bikie, as the rest of the gang stood by,
And I  knew if I didn't rescue her the poor young thing would die.
I shot  out of my car like a bullet, prepared to go to her aid,
I felt  mighty and invincible, courageous and unafraid.
The  attacking bikie was seven feet tall, with a great big woolly black  beard,
But I squared-up to the varmint as the bikies stood  and cheered.
I wasn't afraid of his nose-ring, his muscles or  awful tattoos,
My anger was so, well, righteous that I knew I  couldn't lose!
I biffed his nose, dragged his helmet off,  and  shouted 'Leave her alone!'
My voice was so  authoritative, with such a commanding tone!'
'Well  done!' said Saint Peter admiringly 'Now I need the date, you know.'
'That's  easy' answered Toby,
'It happened five minutes ago!'
*'It happened five minutes ago!'


 
 

4 comments:
nice place! interesting story!
That looks like a perfect place for an nice long walk :)
I love how your poem is so wonderful with your photo!
Wow that looks pretty place to walk...Happy SS!
Mine is here
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