The Days of Dinkum Dodger – Volume III: Dinkum Dodger, #3

By John Saomes

Every poem tells a story… of political correctness gone wrong, immigration madness, and an encroaching one world government that threatens to consume us all.

Entertaining, thought-provoking, hilariously funny, and deftly serious… this third volume of comical antics and outrageous yarns — as told by the infamous Dinkumous J. Dodger, a true blue Aussie larrikin — is intended to confront and challenge, as well as give you a good laugh!

Political correctness is swept aside and daring opinions are openly expressed to challenge governments, politicians, and international conspirators. Probing questions are posed about political motivations, foreign manipulation, and Australia's place in the world.

There is nothing mild mannered about this poetry. You either laugh until your sides ache, become incensed with outrage, cringe with fear — or roar your approval that someone has the pluck to express what many of us really think in this socially engineered and tightly controlled world.

The poetry of John Saomes is a feisty weave of humour and biting social comment that will tickle your funny bone and challenge your thinking!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inspire Point Publishing
• Release date: Nov 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780994291066

Book preview

The Price of Free Advice

Col was miles and miles from home.

He’d drove around all day.

He’d headed off to Lockinvar

but somehow lost his way.

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He came across a crossroads,

a pleasant looking place,

a pub and general store. He stopped,

to ask for some advice.

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An old man stood beside the road.

Col smiled and said, G'day!

The fastest way to Lockinvar?

Aww … That's hard to say!

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Well maybe—do you have a car?

I've got the truck today.

The old guy started nodding …

Yeah—well that's ya fastest way!

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What?

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Another man stood by the road,

and leaned against a tree.

"I want to get to Lockinvar.

Ol’ mate—could you help me?"

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"Ah—That's the fastest way I think.

Left at the big gum tree.

Then take a right before the dip

where the old house used to be."

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What?

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A little further down the street

a couple walked on by.

They looked like they might know the way.

He thought he might just try …

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"Could you give me directions?

That's all I ask of you."

I could, the gentleman replied,

but only if I knew.

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We’ll ask the wife, he gestured.

"She knows a thing or two.

She always tells me where to go,

so maybe she’ll tell you …"

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"Lockinvar? I know it well!

We were there last night!

It’s half way to the river,

and then you take a right."

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Well—how far is the river then?

"Awww—well … that’s hard to say …

The river’s quite a hike from here …

But only go half way!"

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What?

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He asked another lady there.

She looked at him quite queer.

"Ya want to go to Lockinvar?

Then why did you come here?"

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He turned in grim discouragement.

Into the pub he went.

There must be someone there who'd know

… who might make better sense.

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Well—Can I help you there young man?

the publican enquired.

Directions please to Lockinvar.

The publican just smiled.

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"And would you like a meal my friend?

Perhaps something to drink?"

"Ah—No thanks mate. It’s gettin’ late.

I need to get there quick."

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So—free advice you're wantin' then,

the publican despaired …

"to Lockinvar now did ya say?

Well—all roads lead to there …"

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It matters not which one I take?

said Colin sounding vexed.

"No! What matters more to you,

is which one you take next!"

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"Cos—if ya head up that one …

I wouldn't go that way.

And, I wouldn't go up that