Easy Riders on the Road to Gillian Taylforth

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We picked ourselves out of the gutter
without much sound; just a mutter
and a sigh, as to Geelong we said goodbye.

‘Where do we go now,
where do we go from here’,
Bonzo said sweetly, like a child o’ time.

I said Melbourne was just north
and from this time henceforth
we would call it Gillian Taylforth.

‘Onwards to Gillian Taylforth then
the time is already half past ten,’
cried Angry with zest n’ zen.

A pied piper from the gates of dawn
led us north to Hamlyn Heights
before a nice chap called Cornholio
showed us the way to Corio.

Lara gave us a lift to Avalon
where we joined the M1
Cocoroc was a tasty treat
listening to music while you eat.

A green fellow called Kermit
helped us across Hoppers Crossing
before we got an easy ride with Dennis
and his buddies Peter and Jack
all the way to Gillian Taylforth.

Meeting Thee VB is an Unforgettable Experiencey

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So Long Geelong, Thee VB Ode Memories 

Waking up in tin can alley
overlooking metal valley
I wondered where we were
the previous night a blur
Angry had a bruised head
Bonzo was painted red
Elle’s hair was all a mess
Cathy looked like Queen Bess
I was lying across the yard
like an out dated discard
Then Cathy recounted the night before
and how we’d all jumped around the floor
After meeting a fine Victorian beer
VB was our friend for life but not without fear
for it could taste so delicious on a hot day
that your mind and body’d lose their way.

Angry Bonzo Rock Geelong with Were Song

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We left Port Fairy just as the sun was rising, giving it a magical luminosity.  We passed through Kirkstall before flying through Hawkesdale, and then down to Simpson.  I thought our ol’ friends the Simpsons might make an appearance there, but there was no sign of them.

Spirit of Running

Cathy led the pace along the south coast, and we all tried to keep up.  Her spirits seemed to be lifting as she sped along at a brisk pace.  We stopped for tea at a hotel called Fawlty Towers in Torquay.  It reminded me of the hotel we stayed in during our time on the wonderful island of  Tasmania.

The owner, who introduced himself as Mr. Fawlty, the most popular comedy character ever according to Channel Four in the UK.

He seemed quite proud of himself then, but it didn’t last long, as I asked for a werewolf salad, and he didn’t seem to know how to make one.  I told him it was similar to a Waldorf salad, and he seemed to work it out then.

We enjoyed the south coast snack.

Geelong is GGood for a Sing-Song 

We headed north-east then to Geelong, which reminded me of Green and me when we are together, because our initials are a sort of long gee: a GG.

We found a nice tavern on Corio Bay, which was so nice Bonzo exclaimed cor.

Angry Bonzo got up on stage for their first performance in a while, and the rest of us had a nice time listening to their fine tunes.

They wrote one song inspired by my recent werewolf poem, and the chorus went something like this:

Be Wary of Berries but not Wereies

Beware?
Be wary?
No.
Aware of bees?
Bears or berries?
No, be a were.