Eyes of baboon bottom blue

(Since things are a bit quiet I am posting this poem that Alan Bush found, which he wrote in Tasmania. He submitted it for publication, saying “Suspect it could handle cropping a few verses.”- Hugh)

I was waiting in Hobart Airport
And looking for the loo
When lugging a suitcase I saw her,
With eyes of baboon bottom blue

The girl of my dreams was before me,
Her hair of a golden hue
Her lustrous skin as soft as a peach
And eyes of baboon bottom blue.

Her legs were puffy like bolsters,
Her face like a kangaroo
But I was totally hypnotised by
Those eyes of baboon bottom blue.

When we got in the plane together,
I got jealous of all the crew
Because of the way they ogled the girl
Whose eyes were baboon bottom blue.

My pulse was racing madly
The doves began to coo
I put my arms around the girl
With eyes of baboon bottom blue

I fell down on my bended knee
And promised to be true
I told her my frenzied passion
For eyes of baboon bottom blue

We stayed at a hotel in Melbourne,
And slept the whole night through
And under those hooded eyelids lurked
Her eyes of baboon bottom blue.

But when she awoke next morning
It was enough to make you grue
To see the vacant expression in
Bleared eyes of baboon bottom blue

We got a job at a salmon farm
Covered with fish guts and goo
But life was still OK when she winked
Those eyes of baboon bottom blue

We went to the Bruny pub one day
And downed a plentiful few
But through the alcoholic haze shone
The eyes of baboon bottom blue

And once at a council meeting
Where words are dishonestly true
The frustration and boredom were only relieved
By the eyes of baboon bottom blue

This poem I getting to be a drag
It’s enough to make one spew
I can’t think what has become of that girl
Whose eyes were baboon bottom blue

Alan Bush
http://www.scorraigweave.com

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