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"and Captain Cook, alighting from his dory on the shores of Nova Australis Incognita, riddled with scurvy and dysentry as were most of his crew and wearing filthy rags of uniform, was struck dumb by the morning light shining on the golden temples of Ngaragundaland. Standing mouth agape, he noted, in the near distance, golden chariots driven by some unknown source coming towards his group, and as they drew near, he noted the magnificent bearing and physique of each of the riders in the chariots.. all clearly kings and clad in the finest raiment..... and all of them clearly over a hundred years old due to their amazing balanced diet and their civilised ways... he thought how well this golden civilisation compared with his own England, with its sickly people and massive child death rate....
He thought, "There's got to be a law against this! This is a place worth invading!"....
They come down from good old England, In a battered collier ship, The petrol sniffers sittin' round, Just didn't give a sniff. Surf cleared and a voice came, "Aye, this place look all right! I think I'll get King George To declare him a Convict Site!" Dead Falken Easy!
Hey there Mr Koori man, 'ow ya goin' bloke? Nice country you got 'ere, Ey, mate ya wanna smoke? I'm yer brand new neighbour We're gonna settle here, We gotta lotta grog on board, An' lotsa damned good beer.
I know that we ain't leavin', An' you got nowhere ta go, Don't have to be no reason, But ye're gonna have ta go, Cause we'll never get used, To living next door to Abos...
(Abos? who the falk are Abos?)
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