Rhyming Quatrain Poem Sails Australia East Coast Flowing

After 126 scintillating chapters of episodic epic travel quest and occasional classic comedy we reach the beginning of the end. Yes, at the end of this six stanzas of quatrain poetry per… fection/spiration? the Werewolf of Ozzers reach the landing point for the colossal conclusion.

N.S.W. Epic Literary Nonsense Poem 

Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with the beginning of the end for the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. Remembering Les Dawson, I think the  book would make the perfect Christmas present for the mother-in-law.

Why, having put Boomerang Beach and Port Macquarie on the map in recent episodes, and soon to blast Brisbane into your brains big time, this episode takes  Werewolf of Oz poetry to new heights of N.S.W.

It does this by sailing as the north wind blows through Hat Head, Coffs Harbour, Korora and Moonee Beach with an AABB rhyming sequence by one half of the GG that keeps them on course to the beginning of the end… at Emerald Beach (all real places).

Chapter 127.  Epic Poem of NSW North Coast Sea Journey

We had a good night in Macquarie,
slept well without hearing snory,
had a filling breakfast first thing,
and then it was time to get going.

Hat Head

We travelled slower than the day before,
as our arms ached and heads were sore,
Hat Head was therefore a welcome break,
and my emerald cork hat seemed to wake.

Coffs Harbour

We were ready for a drink by Nambucca Heads,
but quickly left when offered four sambuca reds,
Coffs Harbour looked nice but sounded dangerous,
for those vulnerable to colds and viral illness.

Korora

Then my hat seemed to be dragging me on,
as if to a faraway land in a time once upon,
we raced the Pacific Highway to Korora,
even though it meant missing an aurora.

Moonee Beach

Moonee Beach flashed right past,
with my hat changing gear to very fast,
I didn’t know where we were going,
but the journey certainly wasn’t boring.

Emerald Beach

Then I saw the beach ahead was green,
I think it was the limiest I’d ever seen,
so I thought I knew what my hat was up to,
and felt it could be this journey’s breakthrough.

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Notes

Sambuca is an alcoholic aniseed drink.

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Ashes Leaves Brisbane for South Australia Boomeranging Shrike

Australia‘s ‘boomerang’ helped them win the first Ashes cricket test in Brisbane, and a day after we explained the ‘boomerang’ is a return journey, Jonathan Trott of the England and Wales team is returning home from the tour early.

Ashes First Test Review 

Trott’s stress-related illness is long-term though, so wasn’t caused by the friendly pommie-bashing and exuberant boomeranging seen in some Aussie media outlets and sports grounds.

The second ashes test will be played in Adelaide, South Australia, home of the Arishes. South of Australia’s flag of course features a piping shrike, which was crucial to the Werewolf of Ozzers escaping from the Northern Territories  into South Australia through the Rainbow Valley. Looking back at the flag now, it looks as if the shrike is boomeranging more than piping!

Flag of South Australia featuring the Piping Shrike (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Werewolf of Ozzers of course visited Adelaide during chapters 40-45. They didn’t spend much time in the human city though, after a timequake sent them crashing into a game between Redbacks and Crows like nothing they’d experience before.

Werewolf of Oz Australia East Coast 

Port Macquarie (Photo credit: Miss Krin)

Anyway, back to the continuing journey. Having escaped the neverending boomeranging cycle of Boomerang Beach, the travel quest quartet continue their journey up the Oz east coast, with Brisbane only three episodes away… and the answer to the question all those who don’t know the story will have been asking… what’s Bri’s bane.

All will be revealed by the end of next week, but for now, here’s an episode that starts with literary nonsense poetry, and ends with bird-brained Port Macquarie wordplay. Enjoy!

Chapter 126.  Swimming in a Woad Sea to Port Macquarie

Three red heads and a grey,
made their way,
to the bay.
Where the dust sandy road,
was lying overboard,
in a sea of woad.

Now raftless, we swam the dust sandy path, leading us north up the coast. It was good to be back on the ground, even if we were in the sea!

Looking South from Crowdy Head Light (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We were going to stop for a rest when we reached Crowdy Head, but a quick headcount suggested it was overcrowded. So we continued swimming through afternoon into evening.

Pour Macawry in Port Macquarie

When the bright lights of Port Macquarie lit up the western horizon we decided to call it a day. It’d been quite some swim, no nonsense.

After drying off we popped into a beachside establishment called Two Cans Irish Pub. We walked up to the bar and a toucan asked us what we’d like to drink.

Guinness posters (Photo credit: Ben Sutherland)

I knew toucans advertise Guinness, so we all asked for a pint of it. It started pouring one, while holding another pint in its other wing; and asked a macaw standing farther down the bar to pour the other two.

The toucan and macaw had different styles of pouring, which could perhaps be called pour toucany and pour macawry.

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Notes

Guinness is a stout beer.

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Werewolf of Oz is back Blogging in Greenygrey World

Hi, it’s Grey! Wow, sure feels good to be blogging from inside the Greenygrey world again. Oz was great, but you know, as Dorothy said, there’s no place like home!

It feels funny to be back with Green, after writing so much about the limey lobo while in Oz. We hope to become one werewolf again soon. Here’s a couple of blogs from my epic ozyssey, and another epic poem‘s just showed up there. I’ll try and import it into the Greenygrey world as soon as possible…

Yahoo Flight Between Detours Left and Right

I screamed, ‘Thirtieth time lucky!’ as we left Boomerang Beach and headed north over Elizabeth Beach once more.

We flew the Lakes Way,
knowing its outlay,
like night and day.

Yahoo! over Yahoo Island

It was all systems go, as Elle decided it was time to act, and we were primed to respond. She chose the Booti Booti National Park to kick the plan into action, leaning as much to the left as possible. We all followed her over to that side.

We flew above and beyond Green Point, and seemed to have escaped the coastal cycle. We all exclaimed yahoo! over Yahoo Island. Green Point grew smaller every minute, and Boomerang Beach soon faded out of sight.

Wall in Gate Changes Our Plan

We were free-flying now, but just as we began to relax and enjoy the view, we saw a massive wall in a gate over Wallingat National Park. It would surely be the end of us if we crashed into it.

Elle had seen the danger and jumped over to the right; we quickly followed. Our timely team effort managed to change our course just a few feet before we would have crashed into the wall.

Flying North-East, for a while at Least

We were now flying north-east, and a north-easterly wind kept our elevation steady for quite some time. Maybe our luck was changing. We turned past Tuncurry in a hurry, and went even faster over Forster.

But then the wind dropped, and I got cramp in my rump; I was like a dead-weight blowing in the breeze, dragging the team down. We descended at pace, and the next thing we crash-landed into the Ocean Dreaming Rainforest Resort on the edge of Red Head. The others all had red heads after the bumpy plunge, but they said mine was still grey.

Swimming in a Woad Sea to Port Macquarie

Three red heads and a grey,
made their way,
to the bay.
Where the dust sandy road,
was lying overboard,
in a sea of woad.

Now raftless, we swam the dust sandy path, leading us north up the coast. It was good to be back on the ground, even if we were in the sea.

We were going to stop for a rest when we reached Crowdy Head, but a quick headcount suggested it was overcrowded. So we continued swimming through afternoon into the evening.

Pour Macawry in Port Macquarie

When the bright lights of Port Macquarie lit up the western horizon we decided to call it a day. It’d been quite some swim, no nonsense.

After drying off we popped into a beachside establishment called Two Cans Irish Pub. We walked up to the bar and a toucan asked us what we’d like to drink.

I knew toucans advertise Guiness, so we all asked for a pint of it. It started pouring one, while holding another pint in its other wing; and asked a macaw standing farther down the bar to pour the other two. The toucan and macaw had different styles of pouring, which could perhaps be called pour toucany and pour macawry.