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I always wondered what the hell that meant.

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You want photos. :wink:[/b][/quote]

yes photos are good

ahhh...
I remember,,,,

It was somewhere up the country in a land of rock and scrub,

That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.

They were long and wiry natives of the rugged mountainside,

And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride;

But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash -

They had mighty little science, but a mighty lot of dash:

And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong,

Though their coats were quite unpolished, and their manes and tails were long.

And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub:

They were demons, were the members of the Geebung Polo Club.



It was somewhere down the country, in a city's smoke and steam,

That a polo club existed, called the Cuff and Collar Team.

As a social institution 'twas a marvellous success,

For the members were distinguished by exclusiveness and dress.

They had natty little ponies that were nice, and smooth, and sleek,

For their cultivated owners only rode 'em once a week.

So they started up the country in pursuit of sport and fame,

For they meant to show the Geebungs how they ought to play the


game;

And they took their valets with them - just to give their boots a rub

Ere they started operations on the Geebung Polo Club.



Now my readers can imagine how the contest ebbed and flowed,

When the Geebung boys got going it was time to clear the road;

And the game was so terrific that ere half the time was gone

A spectator's leg was broken - just from merely looking on.

For they waddied one another till the plain was strewn with dead,

While the score was kept so even that they neither got ahead.

And the Cuff and Collar captain, when he tumbled off to die,

Was the last surviving player - so the game was called a tie.



Then the captain of the Geebungs raised him slowly from the ground,

Though his wounds were mostly mortal, yet he fiercely gazed around;

There was no one to oppose him - all the rest were in a trance,

So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance,

For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side;

So he struck at goal - and missed it - then he tumbled off and died.



By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass,

There's a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass,

For they bear a crude inscription saying, "Stranger, drop a tear,

For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here."

And on misty moonlit evenings, while the dingoes howl around,

You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground;

You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet,

And the rattle of the mallets, and the rush of ponies' feet,

Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub -

He's been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club.


and thats about how my father told me,,,,,

The Antipodean, 1893. [img]style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif[/img]

Very good pedro, what read! [img]style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif[/img]

:roll: my how the thread goes astray

when one is for more than a day away! :roll:


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not bad for ferno "ORIGINAL" [img]style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif[/img]

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thank you pedro ,that is what i call a "spurilous spur of the moment post"

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately please dome decree....

Oh, right... what was this thread supposed to be about :?: :?

Under a spreading chestnut tree the village smithy stood.
The smith a mighty man was he with large billowy hands
and the muscles in his brawny arms...

Whats that you say ..? Vlad ?

Stood out like sparrows kneecaps ... oops

Davo :wink:

Hmmmmmmmmmm now what was the number for the men with the white coats again :?

To drag this post back to its origins,,, :roll:

we have now past 1 million page views for 2004

thats a 500% increase over 2003,,,

WELL DONE AULROians [img]style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/biggrin.gif[/img]