who a political position did courting.
but once elected,
the voters neglected,
he'd nothing but rorting and rorting!
Peter Frederick is a published book author including 'Life on The Road' and 'On The Road Again'. Peter Frederick can say out loud that he has lived an entertaining and extraordinary life.
OKTOBERFEST IS VERY NEAR
AND MUNICH READIED ALL THEIR BEER
PLUS PRETZELS, CHICKEN, SAUSAGES
FROM EV’RY REGION THE BEST.
THE VAT NOW HAD A TAP INSTALLED
‘BEER IS READY!’ SOMEONE CALLED
THE WAITRESSES SO BUSTY, STRONG,
BRING FOAMING BREW YOU ALL DAY LONG.
SUDDENLY THE MUSIC TONES,
RYTHMIC NOISE AND ON IT DRONES
WITH OOMPAH, OOMPAH BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
IN THE CENTRE NOW THE BRASS BANDS LOOM.
WELL- KNOWN SONGS ARE SUNG BY ALL
AND EVERYBODY HAS A BALL
THE GIANT TENT’S SWAYING IN BEER-SWILLING MOOD
WITH GUZZLING, SINGING AND EATING SOME FOOD.
IF LIFE COULD ALWAYS BE FULL OF CHEER
- NO SOURPUSS IS WANTED HERE -
FOLK MUSIC, BEER, LAUGHTER FILL THIS SITE
THAT’S WHAT WE CALL ‘GEMUEHTLICHKEIT!’
MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE
SWEET-SCENTING IN THE MORNING DEW,
WITH BEES THAT VISIT AND ENJOY THEIR OFF’RING
AND MOTHER BIRDS THAT GUIDE THEIR OFF-SPRING
THEY STALK AROUND AND SHOW THEIR CARE
AND POINT TO FOOD, THEIR CHICKEN’S FARE.
A GENTLE BREEZE KEEPS WAFTING THROUGH
SWAYS FLOWERS GENTLY TO AND FRO.
WITH MIND AND BODY GREATLY OVERWHELMED
A GRATEFUL PRAYER TO MY DEAR GOD IS HELD
FOR HIS CREATION, FOR FLOWERS SO BRIGHT
FOR CREATURES, ALL IN THE SUNNIEST LIGHT.
Peter Frederick
If you think that you own a cat,
there’s something that needs to be said:
Once shyness conquered
and tender love shared,
the cat now owns you instead!
Peter Frederick
FREEDOM IS WHEN BELLS ARE RINGING
ACROSS THE LAND AND OUT TO SEA
AND HAPPY PEOPLE GATHER SINGING
FOR EVERMORE WE’LL HAPPY BE!
TYRANNY IS WHEN PEOPLE SIGHING
WISTFUL YEARNING TO BE FREE,
WHEN IN FEAR AND DEATH DEFYING
THEY TRY TO BREATHE AND NOT TO SEE.
FREEDOM IS WHEN PAST DEFEATED,
PEOPLE CHEER AND LIVE AGAIN
IN PUBLIC PLACES, STANDING, SEATED
ALL CELEBRATING FREEDOM’S GAIN!
Peter Frederick

How women love their telephone,
they talk, and yak and natter.
At its first ring they race towards it,
the sooner they reach it the better!
An exited ‘Hi!’ we hear them shriek
and on they start to babble
‘bout family and neighbours, friends,
and on and on they gabble.
Exhausted, with no time to spare,
they terminate their chatter,
and more phone calls will be made,
in idle, unproductive, matter.
Why can’t they be like men-folk do,
never talking nonsense,
with wisdom and with common-sense
their phone-talk always ends!
Peter Frederick
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(If you are a woman, please try and keep it short.)

MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE
SWEET-SCENTING IN THE MORNING DEW,
WITH BEES THAT VISIT AND ENJOY THEIR OFF’RING
AND MOTHER BIRDS THAT GUIDE THEIR OFF-SPRING
THEY STALK AROUND AND SHOW THEIR CARE
AND POINT TO FOOD, THEIR CHICKEN’S FARE.
A GENTLE BREEZE KEEPS WAFTING THROUGH,
SWAYS FLOWERS GENTLY TO AND FRO.
WITH MIND AND BODY GREATLY OVERWHELMED,
A GRATEFUL PRAYER TO MY DEAR GOD IS HELD
FOR HIS CREATION: FOR FLOWERS SO BRIGHT
FOR CREATURES, ALL IN THE SUNNIEST LIGHT!

WITH MY NEW CAMERA I SENSE
PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES, IMMENSE,
BUT I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
HOW I CAN HOLD IN MY HAND
A SQUARE PICTURE FROM A ROUND LENS!
Peter Frederick
THERE IS AN ISLAND NORTH OF QUEENSLAND,
FROM THE WORLD SO FAR AWAY,
NATIVE CHILDREN PLAY ON BEACHES,
LAUGHING IN THE FOAMING SPRAY.
UNDER PALM TREES, IN THE WATERS,
PEOPLE GATHER FOOD AND STAY,
EATING, CHATTING, ALL TOGETHER,
WITH CIVIL’SATION FAR AWAY.
IN THEIR WORLD, SO QUAINT AND CARING,
ALL-SUSTAINING IN ITS WAY
AND THEIR ELDERS WITH THEIR DREAMING,
THEIR OWN TRADITION, IS THEIR WAY.
PASSED ALONG THROUGH GENERATIONS,
ALL THEIR WISDOM IN THEIR SAY,
WHO WANTS A CULTURE THAT’S SO ALIEN,
AND LIVING IN ANOTHER WAY?
KEEP YOUR RUGGED WORLD, YOU WHITE MAN,
FAR AWAY FROM US YOU STAY,
DO NOT ENCROACH, REMAIN IN DISTANCE,
LET US LIVE LIFE IN OUR WAY!
Peter Frederick