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Literary Nonsense Poem Punctuates Pub Pottiness

Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with another thrilling episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. After the last episode saw the travel quest quartet reach the real Mollymook‘s fantasy Rowdy Rook this episode has lots of thrilling action within the bird’s nest boozer.

Werewolf of Oz on Sale 

Probably the best werewolf travels Australia to a Wizard of Oz theme with a fine assembly of Aussie celebrities book is now available at Amazon for under five pounds sterling, and probably likewise in other currencies, which I think is exceedingly grand value… but then again, I am rather biased.

Link for Amazon book and kindle.

And yes, I think this is another classic epic episode, full of pub game jolliness, wordplay wonkiness and quite a large poem of bird-brained literary nonsense…

Chapter 110.  Rowdy Rook Pushes Body, Mind and Spirit to Limit

The chirpy atmosphere continued into the afternoon. Elle was playing darts with a kingfisher called Kingsley; Cathy was dancing flamenco with a flamingo, and Angry was playing chess with a rook.

Stepping on Toe, Flamingo 

Phoenicopterus ruber adult and chick
Phoenicopterus ruber adult and chick (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Several dances later, the flamingo was visibly starting to tire, and stepping on Cathy’s feet; but Cathy kept dancing until the end of the song, which showed steadfast spirit. Then she seemed to make her excuses before returning to our table.

Cathy asked if it was time to flit
as it seemed to be getting late
long time since leaving Barry
and his fantastic family.
I looked at the timekeeping cuckoo,
and was shocked to clock
how many times it had gone tick-tock.
Time flies when you’re having fun
with birds, there are no hands to turn.

Rounding up the Team

I agreed it was probably time to go, and we went over to tell Elle first. I asked her if she was ready to leave, but she replied, ‘Hold on cobber, I just need a bullfinch’s eye to win this deciding game.’ Then she threw it straight in the middle, looking confident in her body. Kingsley was a little crestfallen, but gallant in defeat.

Rook (album)
Rook (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I moseyed over to see how Angry was getting on. He’d just cornered the rook’s king with his rook and king, which I thought showed great mental dexterity. The rook was very sporting, although it had a disappointed look.

Leaving the Rowdy Rook

I shouted to Molly Mook that we had to leave the Rowdy Rook, and thanked her for the hospitality. She thanked us for our custom. The others gave us the bird; in a nice way.

We returned to the beach, singing and swaying as we went. Seeing our bottlenose buddies still swimming in the serene sea capped off a delightful day.



clock – slang for look.


Link for multiple Ereaders at Smashwords.
Link for multiple Ereaders at Smashwords.
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Literary Nonsense Werewolf of Oz Comedy Poem On Sales

Sales, sales, sales. We know the last thing you need when you’re cooking, watching a good television programme, or spending some quality time with loved ones is a sales call at the door or on the telephone. That’s why we don’t sell our books that way. We understand most salespeople are only doing their jobs, and many don’t like their jobs, and sometimes they do customers a favour by selling their wares to them.

Colorful Door
Colorful Door (Photo credit: brentdanley)

Today’s episode of the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps features an epic poem story about how a salesman delivered a quality quote to the Werewolf of Ozzers now bursting with bubble and squeak.


The fabulous five outback travellers
were sitting on the grass dividers
after eating their fill of bubble and squeak,
when a passer-by did unto them speak.

‘I can tell you all you need to know
if you’ll just open your door
I promise not to induce a snore
my presentation is not a bore
it’s guaranteed to make you say cor!
and my jokes will raise many a haw-haw guffaw
it has not once started a war
or been considered against the law
all the donkeys have exclaimed e-oh
and most dogs have clapped at least one paw
the coldest ice maidens it did thaw
and even beavers stopped their gnaw
once I told it on the sea-shore
and the waves kept coming back for more
so what do you think my travelling four
are you ready for my rock n’ roar?’

The passer-by looked at us
after ending the recital syllabus.

I said I thought he was mistaken,
because there was no door,
and we were five,
not four.

The passer-by looked all shocked and awe,
before declaring me a talking door.

‘No,’ said I,
‘I’ve just eaten too much
bubble and squeak brunch,
and my body is now oblong.
So you are wrong; therefore, so long.’

werewolf of oz book cover


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Werewolf of Oz reaches Bunbury, Western Australia,

Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Here’s the story of Grey’s time in Bunbury, Western Australia, which was first told in the Werewolf of Oz blog, and is now available to download on Kindle as an epic comedy-fantasy digital book from the image above.


I bade farewell to Margaret Rivers at first light, and Margaret River at third; refreshed after wonderful winks that far exceeded forty.

Roadrunner to Bunbury

It was a beautiful sunny morning and I felt like cruising down the highway with the wind in my hair. So I shapeshifted into a roadrunner and picked up some speed. However, this of course meant the wind was in my feathers, which wasn’t quite the same; and I also felt like a bit of a turncoat against my ol’ hero, Wile E. Coyote.

There They Go-Go-Go!
There They Go-Go-Go! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Nevertheless, it was a most enjoyable journey down the freeway, and I arrived in Bunbury in time for brunch. The name of the city made me bun hungry, and I looked for a bakery after changing into a human. I thought a roadrunner looking for food in the middle of a surprisingly large metropolis would have raised at least one eyebrow too many.

Buried Buns in the Bunbury Basement

I thought Bunbury would be full of bakeries, but a local called Rose Hotel told me they were called bunneries in Bunbury; and they were all underground on the edge of town to keep them cool in the hot summers.

So I hiked to the edge of town, and lo and behold, found big basement bunneries serving the most delicious cool fresh buns. The benefit of burying buns was confirmed on first bite.

Dipping into the Dolphin Discovery Centre

While bun-munching by the counter I got talking to a dolphin called Dolly; she had swum up from Koombanna Bay (the bunnery had land, sea and air entrances). Dolly said Koombanna is an idyllic spot, and invited me over.

So I shapeshifted into a dolphin after my last bite of bun, and spent a wonderful evening swimming in the cool Koombanna waters with a dozen dolphins.

Yes, it had been some day, fitting in roadrunning and dolphining either side of biting through a baker’s dozen of Bunbury’s best buried buns.

As I drifted on the ocean waves under a starry moonlit night in that twilight time between sleepiness and slumber I could hear the cetaceans clicking under the water and thought I heard dogs barking above it from the distant shore. The latter would soon lead me on another amazing adventure.


Cetacean – large marine mammal, such as whale, dolphin and porpoise.
There is a Rose Hotel in Bunbury.
Wile E. Coyote (cartoon coyote).


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