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Poetic Story for a Sunday Morning Hangover

Duck Billed Platypus Schnabeltier
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Hi, it’s Grey. I thought some of you may be nursing a hangover this morning; and especially in spring Britain, where we’re enjoying a nice bit of warm sunshine after a chilly winter.

It reminded me of the morning after our night in the Geelong Goodbye and Duck and Drake bars in Geelong on my epic Werewolf of Oz ozyssey. I previously wrote about it in the Tale of the Duck Billed Platypus Tail blog.

Of course, I wrote that on the road, and have since edited and improved it, and thought I’d share it with you today. Here it is, and enjoy the day!

The Tale of the Duck-Billed Platypus Tail

Angry showed some sign of life;
feeling his head,
he murmured ‘strewth, what strife!’

He looked over to us
with the eyes of a bruiser
and asked what occurred
in the Duck and Drake boozer.

Bonzo looked at him
with knowing eyes
and a dog-eared smile.

‘Do you remember the platypus?’
Bonzo enquired,
as if already knowing the answer.

‘No,’ replied Angry
with a worried look
taking over his face.

‘And the duck and drake?’
furthered Bonzo,
now certain of Angry’s response.

‘Not at all,’
was Angry’s
predictable reply,
‘I only remember entering.’

‘Can somebody or something
please tell me what the heck
occurred last night,’ Angry said angrily.

‘Well,’ said Bonzo,
‘there was a platypus in the pub
last night, just enjoying a drink.’

Bonzo took a breath, and a sip of water,
taking his time to remember and recount the tale,
as I think he wanted to get it right the first time.

‘And there was a duck working behind the bar.
They seemed to know each other,
and were getting along fine, until,
the duck gave the platypus its bill.’

‘But what’s that got to do with me?’
Angry exclaimed, sounding more
impatient than angry.

‘Well,’ continued Bonzo,
‘The platypus went berserk
and started raging at the duck
that it must be quackers
if it thought all that had been drunk.’

‘The platypus took a swing
with one of its otter feet
and when you saw that
you dived in and shouted ‘duck’
to the duck. The platypus missed.’

‘But the platypus steadied itself
before brandishing its beaver’s tail
and before you had time to inhale
your head received the full flail.’

Angry looked astonished, and
asked Bonzo what happened next.

Bonzo paused, as if searching deep
into his mind.

Then he shrugged, and said
‘Dunno mate, the drake
chucked me out.’

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Grey Muses on Missing Muse to be not Amused

 

Muse
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Hi, it’s Grey. We’re still waiting for clearance to bring the last Werewolf of Oz blog into the Greenygrey world, so in the meantime I thought I’d tell you how I remembered something I forgot to include in one of my original blog posts.

Muse on Planet Rock

I was about to turn Planet Rock radio off a couple of days ago, when they announced that Muse were up next. I’m not a big Muse fan, they’re okay as far as I’m concerned, but I thought that if I was a big Muse fan and was going to miss their track I’d be doubly not amused. Get it?
It reminded me that I didn’t get Angry’s joke when he said something like that in the Geelong Goodbye, and I hadn’t included it in that Werewolf of Oz post. The second half of that blog now reads:

 

Geelong is GGood for a Sing-Song

Our bellies full, we headed north-east to Geelong. The name ‘Geelong’ reminded me of Green and me when we are together, because our initials are a sort of long Gee: a GG.

We called in a rock bar called Geelong Goodbye for dinner, as it advertised that Muse was playing there that night. We ate a fine dinner in time for the band, but there was no sign of them. A couple of hours passed, and then it was announced that they’d phoned just before being sucked into a Supermassive Black Hole, meaning they couldn’t make it.

Angry said that the band not turning up meant he wasn’t going to be amused. I was worried he was going to start raging, and asked him to remain cool if possible, but then he pointed out it was a joke: Muse, amused. I saw the funny side then and laughed… with a mixture of humour and relief.

It turned out to be a blessing in disguise in the end; Muse’s cancellation, not Angry’s joke; because Angry and Bonzo volunteered their services, and then played a tasty first performance as Angry Bonzo / Dandelion Cordial.

The crowd lapped up the bluesy rock beats, and one song was inspired by my recent werewolf poem. The chorus went something like this:

Beware of wereies?
Wereies cuss berries?
The most precocious of wereies?
No!: Be cautious of berries.

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