Some musings from the desk O Bonz, this years been one to forget and also one to remember, you have all made it much easier for us to go on, thankyou all.
Read on ...................
Twas the night afore Christmas, and all thru the
forum
Every creature was stirring, as is the nor’m
There was Lucy the Troopy, all 3.5 tonnes,
And Truckster was shooting, with all of his guns.
And Roachie, his wheels filled almost to burst,
And Willem whose Tax Post brought out our worst.
Lo! Jimbo, he aimed solar panels to the sun
As Mad Dog remembers a Rodeo and chicken runs
And now in a HiLux he runs with the rest
Like Wombat, his Triton, is surely the best
And Muddy he drove the Prado in the sand
He fell off the track and enlisted the band
There was Pesty and the Boat brought into the fray
We winched him out and all called HOORAY!
Muddy, looked at his spare
seat with a sigh
And thought I am not complete being only a guy
So he struck up rapport with a lass from the North
And then he drove up there and got Jude henceforth
Now Crazie you think, be by nature and name
Tracks in the High Country being his fame
Took Big Kidz and Al and his Mrs to boot
Down a track that can only be described as a Hoot
Alas Tonester and family were drenched to the skin
In the place where sidesteps usually end up in a bin.
Where the Mud is a plenty but the streams are a trickle
And to end up at a
camp round a fire is just schmick’ll.
Now DesLexic, Alpaca with Elaine beside
Will sleep everyone in the place they reside
And JohnR and Moses and Heather they too
May provide warm bed and a chat and a loo
Up North Jiarna plus one also has a place
And Redback in
Sydney, he says he has space
For we travel alone thru our wide wondrous land
And realise thru EO we’re NOT one man bands
And our Cooper’s and Waeco’s and GME sets,
And Toyota’s, Land Rover’s, 3Litre Nissan jets
And Hyundai’s, and Hummers and Uniden two-ways
Will see us all out to the end of our holidays
And we all wish I reckon as we sip on our beer
That a visit to Ruth in
Birdsville would be sheer
Excitement and fun tinged with nary a quiver
As the centre of OZ indeed it does deliver.
Our friends they be spread across all ages and
places,
Wolfie and Lenses and Delica spaces
Never forget our good friend
Rock Crawler
Who in a convertible’s, a back yard mauler
And Nudenut, his
pic is a nations disgrace
Heaven help us, one and all, if that’s REALLY his face
And gramps he portrays that he carries some age
But at ExplorOz we are all on the same page
Even Duncs from the
Hill, would say it’s a must,
To get out with your friends in amongst the dust
Where even GOB and Denny would be right at
home,
And Glenn in the corner, he’s not a garden Gnome
So to David, Michelle, Juliana and Jackie,
The girls do the work, Dave thinks they’re his lackies.
To make what we have here a thing of renown,
Something we are all proud of and never put down.
For we sit and we read, and we laugh uncontrolled
And we seethe, froth and bubble and we type vitriol
But the real truth be know we’re no different than most
As a family community we’ve much to boast
For we all jump right in and assist as we can
As we know lots of stuff down to every last man
As I end this kerfuffle and turn in for the night
I pray that each and everyone here just might
Get all they deserve and most of what they need
In the end it’s the friends and the wine and the feed
So Bonz in Patrol, to this mob gives a whistle,
And away I will go like the down of a thistle.
But Yo! I exclaim, as I drive out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."