Tuesday, Mar 06, 2012 at 21:11
My old pop had some cracker sayings. When it was real dark it was "as black as a dog's guts". One time I helped him paint his pigeon house. He reckoned the paint job had "more runs that Bradman".
Of course there's the open the Integrated Adjective by John O'Grady.
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I was down on Riverina, knockin' round the towns a bit,
An' occasionally restin' with a schooner in me mitt;
An' on one of these occasions, when the bar was pretty full
An' the local blokes were arguin' assorted kind o' bull,
I heard a conversation, most peculiar in its way,
Because only in
Australia would you hear a joker say,
Where yer bloody been, yer drongo? 'Avent seen yer fer a week;
An' yer mate was lookin' for yer when 'e come in from the creek;
'E was lookin' up at Ryan's an' around at bloody Joe's,
An' even at the Royal where 'e bloody never goes.
An' the other bloke said, 'Seen'im. Owed 'im 'alf a bloody quid.
Forgot ter give ut back to 'im; but now I bloody did.
Coulda used the thing me-bloody-self; been orf the bloody booze,
Up at Tumba-bloody-rumba shootin' kanga-bloody-roos.'
Now their voices were a little loud, an' everybody heard
The peculiar integration of this adjectival word.
But no one there was laughin', an' me I wasn't game,
So I stood around an' let 'em think I spoke the bloody same.
An' one of them was interested to ask 'im what he'd got -
How many kanga-bloody-roos he bloody went and shot -
An' the shootin' bloke said, 'Things are crook; the droughts too bloody tough;
I got forty-bloody-seven, an; that's good e-bloody-nough.'
An' this polite rejoinder seemed to satisfy the mob
An' everyone stopped listening an' got on with the job
Which was drinkin' beer and arguin'an' talkin' of the heat,
An' boggin' in the bitumen in the middle of the street;
But as for me, I'm here to say the interestin' news
Was Tumba-bloody-rumba shootin' kanga-bloody-roos.'
John O'Grady.
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