REMEMBER MILTON, SOUTH COAST NSW, (BORN IN THE COUNTRY)?

THEY CALLED HER MOOSEFACE.

© john d farley 2008

 A little place called Milton, not far from Ulladullah is where this Rhyme took place.TathraBeach.jpg Went to school but they had the gall to give this gal, the appalling name of Mooseface.

 

 

 

She was this small boys friend, and she could beat them all at swimmen’.  To this day, I will tell you now, they will never be forgivn’.

I’ll leave this for a moment ‘cause the thoughts are coming back.  School days, yeah, where the rhyme took place and how we got the sack.

Me Mum, me and a little girl, (no she is not Mooseface, wonder where is she now?) 

Holidays are fast approaching a farmer makes a show, boys… “You want some pocket money, well picken’ beans will be your go”.

Well what a rotten job this is, pick beans by the bushel bag.  I’ll tell you now this jobs will be the worst this bloke will ever have.

Oh yeah, got the sack not the ‘bullet’ as implied it seems.  From early morn to late of day we’d fill them sacks with beans.

I’ve told a fib, forgive my glib may I give honest foray straight, ‘cause next paddock was filled with melons the plan was to make up weight.  Do I need to tell you, melon skins, and your right?

At the bottom of sack they go, that gave the weight a fright.

The plan was good and full of thought, but folks, them and me we got the call back.  The boys from Milton School, bean pickers we’re no more, them and me, we got that bullet, it’s called, “don’t come Monday” sack.

My mind is jolted, school friends and swimming pals, Mooseface gave me charm, school friends and swimming pals, why did they wish her harm.

I’ve been to many schools, and Milton wouldn’t be the last, we moved from here and Mooseface cried, and so it came to pass.

And if you can follow this schoolboys transcription.  You will see my rhymes will not contain many elements of fiction,

Sometime later all those boys came down with a strange mysterious affliction.

Mooseface, she was so cute, and your taunts you will grow to rue.

Never put down people who are not as perfect as you.

© john d farley 2008