Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Friday, April 19, 2013
A dog-shit day poem (no offence to dogs)
A dog knows not what it does
When it do-dos on my shoe
When it chooses my path to let off
And the rain makes mince-meat goo
Yesterday was a dog-shit day,
And the day before that was too
That will teach me, you would think
To tread more carefully through.