Monday, November 29, 2010

A True Story by Colleen Lynch

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

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seems my father has been the subject of many funny stories and poems, here is yet another ridiculous situation he found himself in, whilst on holiday at Tangalooma Island Resort on Moreton Island, Qld, Australia a few years back with my uncle Ray and his wife Colleen Lynch (my mother Sally's brother and sister in law)  ...   Colleen is a great poet and penned this amusing poem to relate the story

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Tangalooma has a rumour,
That once upon one steamy morn,
A tall and fearless fisherman,
Set out to fish and prawn.

His eyes were glazed with purpose,
His goal this day was set,
To catch himself a trophy,
The biggest flathead yet!

He strode along the seafront,
In true bronzed Aussie pose,
Though above the Aussie beergut,
He couldn't see his toes.

The hordes of Japanese tourists,
Were admiring him, he figured,
He allowed for cultural difference
When behind their hands they sniggered.

His mind was still abstracted,
The lure of conquest shone,
Then he heard one Japanese giggle,
'He got no Speedos on!'

He looked down in amazement,
Quick/exit was his wish,
And the tourists nodded discovery
Of how the Aussies fish.....

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