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A Christmas to trump Christmasses past



Here it is, that time of year,
When we look back and shed a tear
To me the facts are very clear
That better times are in the rear

Things are no longer quiet around Highett

Here cdb poet, Brolga-Brolga, tells a moral tale of how a number of neighbours clubbed together to speculate on their adjacent land, but when they tried to buy again, they were already priced out of the market. With homage to Barry Humpreys who wrote The Highett Waltz, sung by Dame Edna, and linked to here.

2015 Candobetter.net Christmas Poem: "Santa's Socialism"

Santa, counting his orders and sorting them through
Said “ To me for some reason it’s not ringing true !
Some kids are getting extravagant toys
Whilst some gifts are mere tokens for girls and for boys”

North Pole Inc. Bulletin 25.12.2014


[Candobetter.net Editor: To view entire poem, you need to click on the title]

I had trouble keeping up with it a few short years ago ,
But I’m here to tell you all today that I’m still on the go,

I found a way around the fact that “Toys North Pole's" too dear to run
So I globalized activities, outsourced , off-shored and won.

Instead of one big trip each year, I spend nearly all the year in flight,
Placing orders in the Orient in the night and in the light

Toys Inc.

Santa Claus is now in gear
To punctuate our living year.
He has a lot of jobs to do,
including a trip to Humpty Doo.
He was his own boss til 2002
It had been like that since toy trains were new.
But Toyland Corporation wanted a share
Of his global market reaching everywhere!

Christmas revelations

It’s that carol time of year, they’re playing in my head

I hear their joyful melodies from daybreak until bed,

Australian Elections 2013: New Dog, Old Clown

It’s been a saga with revolving doors,
First Kevin 07 with all his flaws
Then out as PM in election 2013
But there was another PM in between!

Julia Gillard through the mass media looking-glass

To make a woman seem to all,
A shadow and not very tall,
In fact to make her very small
And push her right against the wall
All it takes is lots of press,

Twenty Thirteen where shall we meet?

Twenty thirteen awaits us tomorrow. What is reasonable to expect of the year which some may see as being an unlucky number? Should we reach for the sky or just try to maintain business as usual?

Bloating city, lost freedoms

My city's been assaulted by an enemy within, that eats away its organs and pushes out its skin

The Blue tongue lizard: Nature once so close now how distant in Australia

I used to see all kinds of frogs in our garden as a child,
But they all went when the nearby swamp was drained completely dry,
The local horses disappeared when vacant blocks were sold
And working horses pulling carts all went away we’re told.

Happy 2012- Melbourne Environment


Melbourne's environment is steadily deteriorating as rapid population growth continues but some are insulated by wealth against the effects of this. Article first published January 1, 2012 but republished after site damage on January 6, 2012. I had over 100 reads when it was lost.

Twenty twelve- A Melbourne Peaknik's view

On the brink of new year it is tempting to think about our financial situation in the months to come

Happy 2012- Melbourne Environment

Melbourne's environment is steadily deteriorating as rapid population growth continues but some are insulated by wealth against the effects of this. Happy 2012- Melbourne’s environment

In city and suburbs trees fall victim to greed,
Backyards are demolished for a so called need
Of people awaiting all our precious spaces
And we give them up and then turn on the *races.

Our surroundings decline as we stand by and watch
And try to explain it in terms in terms of *“hop scotch”
“If you move to there these ones can move in
Then cover your garden, it’s no longer a sin.”

The Night before Christmas


Santa is feeling the pressure of increased work as population and density of housing in cities increases. He sympathises with the nurses.

Just because I’m nostalgic does it mean things aren’t really going downhill?

Nostalgic memories can be dismissed as invalid, but the facts beneath this strong emotion may reveal the true direction in which we are heading.

Fun: are we getting enough?

Is life as much fun as it should be or are our opportunities for enjoyment in daily life eroding? Brolga-Brolga explores the notion of a Gross National Fun Quotient and finds that Australia is deficient in this vital national resource.

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