Christmas Dinner !
I’ve got a yarn to tell,
That occurred at Christmas time...
This terrible affair,
That surely was a crime..
When I was just a kid,
Growing up at Charters Towers...
We roamed those Cyanide hills,
Playing hide and seek for hours...
Blissfully unaware,
About the events at Nana's place...
And the plan that Pop prepared,
This daunting task of which he'd face...
A few days before Christmas,
We all just loved a roast
And Charlie the old turkey,
Was on the list as this year’s host...
Now Charlie was our pet,
We knew him all too well...
He had no idea of his fate,
By the time the axe had fell...
That’s when we all arrived,
Back from playing in the scrub...
Only to see poor Charlie,
Draped across the laundry tub...
What the hell has happened?
We shouted and we cried...
Why has poor old Charlie,
Suddenly gone and flamin died ?
Pop, spun us this little yarn,
Which we all believed was true...
About a pack of mongrel dogs,
That were simply passing through...
They spotted our mate Charlie,
Out by the old chook shed...
Then quickly pounced at him,
Biting off his head....!
We wanted to go and bury him,
Somewhere in our backyard...
But pop said he will do it,
As the ground is way too hard...
He told us to move along,
Go and see nana at the front...
He wasn’t real happy,
He seemed a little blunt...
When Christmas day arrived,
We had the finest roast...
But something seemed rather strange,
It was tastier more than most...!
The truth wasn’t revealed,
Until at least a decade later...
That we had ate old Charlie,
With the peas and roast potater...
So remember this at Christmas,
If your poultry has somehow gone...
It could be in that Christmas roast,
Complete with peas and corn...!
Len Newey 2015