Heard on the Green
Otto's very clever, he can write his name backwards and it's still the same. My wife told me not to win any more chooks as the 'fridge is full of them. It's up and down for none. I don't know how anyone can put down a wrong bias. Tom's got a bowl on the green at last. George called me an R.C. I trained to be a Priest and a Minister, but I was too honest so they made me a butcher. Bill wouldn't cheat me, Carl might, Tommy would. Is there intelligent life in this club ?........ No, I'm only visiting. "I want one
behind" said Jack A good scorer will beat a good bowler any day. He was born without a brain. There's nothing confusing
in this world if it's in black and white. You skinny Pommy, looking
at you , you'd think there was a famine Their tongues will dig their graves. I'm glad I won a chook, I'll be pleased to get off bread and dripping. Who's got the shot ? Fred said I was
magnificent at coaching class today. They speak in different dialogues in England. Otto was Adolf Hitlers
uncle. Reg is on a sea food diet, everytime he sees food he eats it. Phil's just used a swear word, he said bloody. The doc said I have tennis elbow and I thought I was playing bowls. |
What If ? It is not beyond the
bounds of possibility that we could have had a President
from Oztria or even Der Turd Reich.It could have
happened, so read on......... New bowling Terms...................
How lucky we are, we won; God bless the Winning side. |
He Nose Y'Know
Me flamin' nose hurts. Bin out
all day under the hot Australian
sun playin' bowls and look at it, talk about a raw prawn. It's
weepin' like me Auntie Dora on Anzac day, and all because I
went without me GRIPPO.
Grippo's a beaut little screening cream that takes a pride in
your
hide even when you don't. Bloody oath, I've even seen a Pom get
away with a day in the sun and you've seen the kind of hooters
the Poms bring over.
Grippo is so full of zinc it goes clang when you kick it. It's
like
essence of old bathtub. That's when you need to put the tin
back in your shin. That's why I won't be goin' without me grippo
again, no flamin' worries, no flamin' nose.
Grippo.....The nostrum for your nostril
one sniff and it's a toucher.
from all good bowling clubs and the Flying Doctor.
BEYOND
2000
Lady bowlers
come and go
Dress rules go on forever
How dare you try to make a change
No never, never,never.
The men think we
are a joke
and look like mobs of sheep
With madam snapping at our heels
It's to the rules you'll keep.
The young are
keen to play the game
But won't of course unless
We put some colour on our frame
And try to change our dress.
The men indeed
have got more sense
Their rules are not so stuffy
They have more fun and play the game
you've guessed it; dressed in 'mufti'.