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Here’s hoping for more rain
As I write the sun is appearing through the clouds but they tell me that it’s about to change and we can expect some rain this week. Here’s hoping because the famous gutter, the Muddy Waterholes creek aint running yet.
Larry and Daryl wows the crowd
Marnoo’s most eccentric person Gary “Larry” Cameron and his sidekick Dwain “Daryl” Duxson put on a show for all whom attended the Damian Drum/Melissa Wall wedding over the weekend. Duxson was best man and instead of delivering a traditional old boring best man’s speech he delivered a poem. The poem, simply tilted “The Major” depicted Damian’s life from go to woe. Whilst Daryl read the poem Larry acted out each scene in what was probably his finest performance yet. I have managed to snare a transcript of the poem but I can’t put into word how funny Larry was, the only thing I can go by was the amount of laughter that came for the 150 strong crowd and there was plenty…..
Here’s the poem…… “The Major”
Out Banyena way it started
7 of 8 when he parted
A farmer was born
To Dorothy and John
For it was farm work he loved
And cropping it was
30 bags he did dream
Whilst driving his machine
With great football genes
A lot was expected
And with bleached blond hair
He showed some Drum flair
But only 90 games in
Something went “ping”
For he had suffered the curse
The dreaded Drum string
His tennis was good
In attack or defence
But he had a small problem
A case of racket against fence
At cricket her tried
But it wasn’t his call
For it helps just a little
If you actually see the ball
Where’s that, where that,
At golf he did bleat
When the little round ball
Was still at his feet
But one little thing
That came to the fore
Was his distinct inability
To keep the right score
But back to the plains
Where it had forgotten to rain
And put the mighty Drum farm
Under great strain
But right on Cue
Came along something new
Chasing headers for Phil
Soon became a summer time thrill
For he was off to Queensland Harvesting
And we don’t know where he are.
But then one day
That all changed in the most ridiculous way
For commission was calling
When grain prices were falling
An agent’s life is tough
But not for the Major
Who mixes cunning with bluff
And it wasn’t to long
Before he sang his own song
and with one little click
Out the door went great Dick
Then along came Melissa
Of good stock she was born
And the slow introduction, hey
That was Damian’s way
But now with girl by his side
His ample chest filled with pride
Then along came the ring
And ringa ding ding
The Major was King
For he announced on that day
“At least I’m not gay”
The bucks show did follow
Swan Hill was the venue
For he had no say
In what happened that day
So down went the beer
And down went the rum
For we all went to witness
The great race
“The Damian Dum”
So we’re now here today
So jump up from your seat
As we all celebrate this wonderful feat
But with only one question
One final question
To make it allllll complete
Will we hear the pitter patter of tiny little feet
Until next week