The Notice Board – A Poem, the Stanley Bard
The Notice Board
I went to the post office in my automobile
And there to my utter disgust
Somebody had dumped a ute load of steel
And it had already started to rust
So I asked all around who could have done that
And the answer I really abhorred
It’s not some junk. It’s a real work of “art”
It’s the bloody new notice board.
Well it’s got me stumped, what a waste of metal
And when you think, it really is funny
But when I ponder the design it just boils my kettle
And I think what a waste of good money
But one of the facets that I cannot forgive
And the thing that gets me upset
Is the fact that the bloody thing leaks like a sieve
And everything inside gets all wet
But one shouldn’t scoff, till it’s finished and done
And hopefully not painted green
‘Cause when the shadows come down and it’s out of the sun
The edifice can’t really be seen
But it just goes to show we should attend all the meets
And really listen to what’s being said
Cause after it’s done you can forget all the bleats
But I reckon the town’s been misled
(Written by our local Bard)