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Of course I love ya darlin

You're a bl**dy top-notch bird

And when I say you're gorgeous

I mean every single word

So ya bum is on the big side

I don't mind a bit of flab

It means that when I'm ready

There's somethin there to grab

So your belly isn't flat no more

I tell ya, I don't care

So long as when I cuddle ya

I can get my arms round there

No sheila who is your age

Has nice round perky breasts

They just gave in to gravity

But I know ya did ya best

I'm tellin' ya the truth now

I never tell ya lies

I think its very sexy

That you've got dimples on ya thighs

I swear on me nanna's grave now

The moment that we met

I thought you was as good as

I was ever gonna get

No matter what u look like

I'll always love ya dear

Now shut up while the footy's on

And fetch another beer.

Chezzie;842337 wrote: Of course I love ya darlin

You're a bl**dy top-notch bird

And when I say you're gorgeous

I mean every single word

So ya bum is on the big side

I don't mind a bit of flab

It means that when I'm ready

There's somethin there to grab

So your belly isn't flat no more

I tell ya, I don't care

So long as when I cuddle ya

I can get my arms round there

No sheila who is your age

Has nice round perky breasts

They just gave in to gravity

But I know ya did ya best

I'm tellin' ya the truth now

I never tell ya lies

I think its very sexy

That you've got dimples on ya thighs

I swear on me nanna's grave now

The moment that we met

I thought you was as good as

I was ever gonna get

No matter what u look like

I'll always love ya dear

Now shut up while the footy's on

And fetch another beer.


Ha Ha Cheezie typical male aussie:yh_rotfl

Whatever happened to "Waltzing Matilda"?

along-for-the-ride;842350 wrote: Whatever happened to "Waltzing Matilda"?


Havent heard that one for ages

along-for-the-ride;842350 wrote: Whatever happened to "Waltzing Matilda"?


The band played it - and will again next Friday.

Bryn Mawr;842361 wrote: The band played it - and will again next Friday.


:) I'm there.

Oh Chez!!!!I asked you to keep that tape I got from Kays husband a secret:-5:mad::rolleyes:;):wah:

Carolly;842394 wrote: Oh Chez!!!!I asked you to keep that tape I got from Kays husband a secret:-5:mad::rolleyes:;):wah:


No that was the one Chris wrote for you Petal :p

The poem is remarkably similar to the sentiments of many Kiwi men. Especially country blokes. It's not all bad. I'm ok with it up to fetching his beer. He can do that himself!! Before that it's not actually bad. Just down to earth I guess. It grows on you.

kiwimum76;842499 wrote: The poem is remarkably similar to the sentiments of many Kiwi men. Especially country blokes. It's not all bad. I'm ok with it up to fetching his beer. He can do that himself!! Before that it's not actually bad. Just down to earth I guess. It grows on you.


If you change the odd word like footie to soccer etc it can be an English love poem lol:wah:

kayleneaussie;842339 wrote: Ha Ha Cheezie typical male aussie:yh_rotfl


My answer to the aussie love poem:-

You love me you say darling,

In amongst the farts that make you “charming

You flatter me with your manipulative words

To get me to do your work and clean up the turds

My bum may be big but have you looked in the mirror?

Your flab and farts are much like a sewer

All drabs of fat and lard that covers you

It’s time that you got out and dug out the doggy doo

Time to mow the lawn and take over the chores

The time is now to get off that bum of yours

Mowing and chopping you seem to say it’s for my pleasure

Now it’s time for you to cut out your leisure

I will sit on my ass and watch a chick flick

And order you around as you have turned into a dick

Lost in your world of footy and beer and sex

I roll my eyes at the stupidity of that hex

And when you do take over these chores and I smile

I won’t tell your mates how small “it is and I won’t lie

How droopy “the boys are that nearly come to your knees

You are no longer pleasant to the young Shiela to tease

Disgust would be their first impressions of you

An Old Man thinking that he’s a stud to the ewes

Come to that, you can get your own dinner

While I sit here and eat the chocolates and simmer.

So be careful boy of mine because you could be in hell

Remember that you have no idea what truths I can tell

To the boys at the bar you will be a laughing stock

Now I will snap my fingers as I am the boss and you are not.

Vicki Wilson