Xanadu on Lydiard
(with apologies to S T Coleridge)
In Ballarat did Erin McC
An artists’ Pleasure Dome decree
Where an intermittent creeklet ran
Through Lydiard Street well known to man
Down to the Yarrowee.
Then artists raised their voices high
And called their promises to the sky
A thousand here a thousand there
A hundred thousand I declare
New brides even promised their trousseaus
And Hardware, Rex, gathered the musos
Gwyther gwrithed and Trembath trembled
And his best fine rhetoric assembled,
Susanne McRaved enthusiastic
With Clay Ravin ravin’ all fantastic.
There was Hayward, Moorfoot, Barrance, Llewellyn,
Green and Waldron, offers swellin’,
Kmiec and Lim (combine the two
And say Klmit – worth a million to you?)
Smart smartly said we’ll win Tattslotto
And buy a water slide too and an elephant (blotto).
Politicians of all hues
Were leant upon to give their views
And The Courier in headlines bold
Ran a front page wondrous to behold
(It was, said a cynic, at least, I fear,
The hundreth such front page this year).
While business leaders went to ground
And nary a millionaire was to be found,
They were all too busy with the hassle
Of exhuming the corpse of Kryal Castle.
Meanwhile a sigh was heard, I’d say,
From I. Crebbin and M. Hathaway
It’ll never fly, they said, it’s mad
There’s only heartbreak to be had,
And even as the fight was fought
Merle said, you’re just four million short!
Oh then oh then were all hopes dashed?
Were tears then shed and teeth then gnashed?
No! brave McCusky said, Yum, Yum,
I’ll dine on this till kingdom come,
And the cry went up both far and wide
Oh, all we’re wanting in our pride
Is pub, pachyderm and water slide!!!
By the BAA Bard
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