The Gods of Sydney Town.

David Wakeling

The day is gathering courage for the hostilities,
 And the tanned men prepare for the possibilities,
Their curly blonde locks glisten in the morning light,
As Johnno and Peter don their uniforms for the fight,
It’s a dark blue singlet and shorts and a pair of thongs,
Without a thought for the rights and wrongs,

The warriors prepare for the great rite of passage,
With a sandwich made with onions and a sausage,
Johnno  pulls the string on the mower but it never works,
That’s where Peter has to change the spark plug and other quirks
These are the Gods of Sydney who face the lawn,
With nothing more than a pair of thongs and a yawn.

They are gladiators proving their manhood,
Forgotten are the bashed wives and the screaming kids,
Forgotten are the drunken binges and the clashing of garbage bin lids,
Every women looks to the sky with a frown,
Waiting and hoping for the sun to go down.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2024 02:38
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  • TobaniNataiella

    An entertaining and funny read, giving us a tongue in cheek look into the daily lives of a Sydney Man, enjoyed the read

  • sorenbarrett

    I think that this might be an international rite of passage. I have participated on many occasions myself, Nicely written it flows as smooth as a tuned up engine and a sharp cutting blade

    • David Wakeling

      Its lawn mowers at forty paces. May the best lawn win. Thanks for your comments

    • arqios

      Been there, done that, oh so glad to be rid of grease and grass stains that stay not only on your threads as well as your skin even after a couple of washes. Your aftershave more than a hint of 2-stroke fluid (or 4) and petrol… nicks and scrapes glaring out downing a stubby half out of your sane mind. Nothing quite like that buzz. So glad to be rid of it now!

      • David Wakeling

        Oh I think competing lawns is a young man's folly. Thanks for your wonderful description.

        • arqios

          My brother in law is still at it, gladiatorial battles. His lawn is always pristine!

        • Bobby O

          Gathering courage for hostilities—
          What a great opening line.
          Maybe they are gonna be watching Australian Rules Football?

          • David Wakeling

            Probably yelling at the referee who is always blind. Thanks for commenting

            • Bobby O

              Dig!

            • Tony36

              Excellent write David

            • Goldfinch60

              Good fun write David.

              Andy



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