I have a friend from down under
Sassy as sheila can often be
She could tell you about an Aussies' life
In a direct and no-nonsense sentence
Before you could count to 1,2,3

This lass was full of spice and vinegar
As she scribbles on paper all day long
Her nights are filled with poetry and prose
And a silly Koo ka Burra song

Have a good laugh at this fairy of mirth
The stories are written from thoughts and her eyes
Pause for a moment and see her world of magic
Of ancient rock, roo, and aboriginal skies

Her tongue cuts like a clean-edged dagger
This mischievous brownie of sharpened wit
Her mind kisses the stark reality of the poems
Painted with vivid colors and wild spirit.

So there is my friend from down under
Born and raised in the land of crocs and thunder
A native of the dry and the wet
Amused by fools, she besets

If you cross this wild lass, heed my advice
Beware the sheila with the imaginary knife
Australian poet of stinging descriptive situations
As she offers to you her humor and creations


For Elizabeth Squires, a writer friend from Australia