Twas Winter in Melbournia
students rugged up in coats and scarves
sipping on lattes and mochas
sitting where the benches were carved.
Huddled in a tiny horse-shoe
telling tales of the lost weekend
I listened carefully; laughed on cue
an outcast amongst Aussie friends.
A tale of breakdowns on bridges
and how we’d walked 5k’s to town
along the highway, fighting the midges
drowning as the rain raced down.
“Wow, Fair Dinkum, girls!”, Al exclaimed.
I just smiled; and nodded; coughed “Yeah…”
Being new to this Aussie game
Oh, how I felt like a silly mare!
I looked at Al all befuddled
and he told me the whole story.
What he’d heard had him bubbled
and he wanted truth in our glory.
Fair Dinkum.
Inspired by Pooky’s Poems: Confusing Figure of Speech
Charlie Ann Alford 