How Old Lew Stole the show
Me and a couple of me mates
Went supascootarin’,
At Kingston, just south of Hobart.
We went reconnoitrin’
The new pathways through the wetlands,
Beside creeks and that stuff,
Havin’ a really good time ridin’
Until we’d had enough.
Well, we was ridin’ down this path,
Near a creek, when we seen
A wallaby beside the track,
Its coat so shiny clean,
Eatin’ grass, ignoring’ each of us,
Continuin’ munchin’,
But keepin’ watchin’ discreetly,
While havin’ its luncheon.
Lew was totally mesmerised
And rode into the rail
Beside that concrete, creekside track
Where ‘is attention failed.
‘E twisted ‘is scooter steerin’,
No longer could steer straight,
Front wheels lookin’ off to the side,
A simply awful state!
Old Lew, ‘e got to pushin’ the
Steerin’ back into line,
Pullin’ on the ‘andle bars
Until they realign,
Disentangled from the safety rail,
Till ‘e was free to go,
Another scoot’rin’ tale to tell,
“How Old Lew stole the show!”
Bill Edmunds
November 2023
Bill Edmunds 