Alan Wearne

(Yes Petal, something’s afoot, just don’t even guess, right? / And I’ll offer an explanation, tomorrow, over a nice hot cup of tea / how This may seem ‘unnatural’ but it’s sure natural to me.)

Thanks to Gra-Gra the planet knows your patch: / ‘Here’s Nola,’ he grins, ‘our girl from Woop Woop West.’

Since everything old is always turning neo: g’day Peter (this is Alan, chum, / songwriter manqué, author of these stanzas)…future Oz icon from Fitzroy through to Freo,/ with bodytalk more pirouette than scrum

After church the drive, the singsong: Dad in tenor mode / winds the Vauxhall down Mount Dandenong Rd.; / lulled, Mum’s glad, these patterns still keep: / Janet reading, Carol pulling faces, Margie asleep.

Yes she loathed Scotland, but wants to return. For all that’s crass- / cum-tragic must pay out with happiness