Feeling Sheepish

[Mike Thomas]

AN AUSSIE POEM
The sun was hot already - it was only 8
o'clock
The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and
check his stock.
He drove around the paddocks checking
wethers, ewes and lambs,
The float valves in the water troughs, the
windmills on the dams
He stopped and turned a windmill on to
fill a water tank
And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few
yards from the bank.
"Typical bloody sheep," he thought,
"they've got no common sense,
"They won't go through a gateway but
they'll jump a bloody fence."
The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he
knew without a doubt
She'd stay there 'til she carked it if he
didn't get her out.
But when he reached the water's edge,
the startled ewe broke free
And in her haste to get away, began a
swimming spree.
He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the
weight would drag her down
If he didn't rescue her, the stupid sod
would drown.
Her style was unimpressive, her survival
chances slim
He saw no other option, he would have to
take a swim.
He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his
trousers, boots and socks
And as he couldn't stand wet clothes, he
also shed his jocks.
He jumped into the water and away that
cocky swam
He caught up with her, somewhere near
the middle of the dam
The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving
him the slip
He tried to grab her sodden fleece but
couldn't get a grip.
At last he got her to the bank and stopped
to catch his breath
She showed him little gratitude for saving
her from death.
She took off like a Bondi tram around the
other side
He swore next time he caught that ewe
he'd hang her bloody hide.
Then round and round the dam they ran,
although he felt quite puffed
He still thought he could run her down,
she must be nearly stuffed.
The local stock rep came along, to pay a
call that day.
He knew this bloke was on his own, his
wife had gone away,
He didn't really think he'd get fresh
scones for morning tea
But neither was he ready for what he was
soon to see.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what
came into view
For running down the catchment came
this frantic-looking ewe.
And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing
not a stitch
The farmer yelling wildly "Come back
here, you lousy bitch!"
The stock rep didn't hang around, he took
off in his car
The cocky's reputation has been damaged
near and far
So bear in mind the Work
Safe rule when next you
check your flocks
Spot the hazard, assess
the risk, and always wear
your jocks.

[Kamusur]

He just made that sheep nervous Mike.

Steve

[kiwigeo]

Went to sleep before I got to the end of the poem

[Kamusur]

Hey wasn't this poem based on a true story?

Steve

[Kim]

Thanks Mike...Don't worry about Marty's ungrateful comment he's just outraged at the though of some other bloke going anywhere near one of his girls with no pants on.

Many a shearer old a new would get a chuckle out of that...I would have carried it for another verse though to have the rep discovering the cocky giving mouth to mouth...Then again I had best shut up cause there's could be a cocky or two that reads this thread to find themselves rubbing their beard and raising a brow at a potential explanation.

Cheers

Kim