blueystrip

Bluey's

Trip

Author: Pamela Blyss 11th January 2003

Bluey was a country bloke,
raised up the tablelands,
He wasn't handsome, tall or rich,
he was just a handyman.

He knew his way around a horse,
and farming was his game,
He'd mastered tools of country folk,
that was his claim to fame.

When something needed fixing,
Bluey was their port of call,
Bikes and cars, and this and that,
they knew he'd fix them all.

Now Bluey had a cousin,
and his name was 'Slicker' Ned,
He never knew the country life,
as he was city bred.

When Bluey got his letter,
asking him to lend a hand,
He needed Bluey's expertise,
the best in all the land.

He packed his swag and off he set,
and hitched a ride to town,
He'd never seen the city,
so he thought he'd look around.

Ned was soon the perfect host,
and when the work was done,
He said, "Come on, me country cus,
let's go and have some fun".

He showed his cousin Bluey,
just how city folk could play,
He took him here, he took him there,
till sunset every day.

Last morning as they started out,
Ned smiled a secret smile,
He'd organised the thrill of thrills,
he'd send him off in style!

And as they neared the area,
he gave his arm a thump,
"Here you are, me country cus,
today we BUNGEE JUMP" !

Now Bluey was a bit afraid,
but didn't let it show,
With mounting trepidation,
he then simply said, "let's go".

They measured Bluey, head to foot,
and weighed him on the scales,
And did their calculations,
just like undertaker sales.

They tied his ankles firmly,
then they stood him on the brink,
and Slicker Ned just shoved him off,
he had no time to think.

And as he plunged on downward,
his courage levels fell,
With terror gnawing at his soul,
they all heard Bluey yell.

"Flamin' strueth"! and "Stone the crows",
he hollered loud and clear,
He tumbled headlong down and down,
still screaming out in fear.

"I'll get you, Slicker Ned" he cried
"you'll have a tale to tell,
You're standin' there and laughin'
while I'm fallin' down to hell"!

Now when it was all over,
and he looked for Slicker Ned,
Nowhere could he see him,
if he'd found him...he'd be dead!

Now somewhere in the country,
there are tales that go around,
That a swaggie called 'Old Laughing Ned'
had wandered into town.

He tells a tale of years gone by,
when he was just lad,
Of how he showed his country cus,
the bungee jumping fad.

But the tale is never finished,
as he crumples on the floor,
And laughs until he passes out,
and they help him out the door.

And in the tablelands they tell,
how Bluey took a trip,
And came back inches taller,
but he'd never let it slip,

How he came to get that extra growth,
and how he just can't cope,
And goes an ashen kind of grey
when he sees a piece of rope.

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