About this web log is
Not too far out but
When who might get out
Of it what they really want
Its posts include
Beware some might tell
Their read on my poetry rude
But naught to well is that shell
For this can be through
The water of no wine
That the book of time
Surely be forever
In Allah mine
As well as whose
Is ever whom will accept its key
But of my posts three
Might I ask you to read
Are the essay at: This is no guess but that I came here to publish at first.
The post detailing posts at: An Australian Perspective of our Country’s Great Silence
And the post named explicitly from: To the journalist in my Dream who let this be his story . . .
For when what is done is done
Can it be never for none
Only when all waters won
Will run free of the fear of Eternity
This post among
Those long sung
For who conspired with me
That our win stabilise through an American key
Alaykumuassalamuwaramathuallahiwarabarakathuaha
Uh oh
I had a new part to write
About my own plight
You might need to know
If to read me in accuracy
So here in goes:
All posts through me
Are to the tune of
The AFL game
Season first this
With a practising Muslim
Professional player
For Essendon the day of
The Magi caused fan for
But that was before
Since until this game
Of Essendon’s inevitable victory
Of what is the game’s aim to sustain
In AFL the Australian Football League
That code our way to need
Became gaelic like indeed
Aborigines sustain
As the first game
Its fame:
Are players lithe and lean
Jumps high and mean
Falls perfectly unclean
And uniformed in no sleeves
Balls kicked with accuracy quick
So Salam is by will alone might you know
But if Sam linked Ray to whose plan
But if
Of indigenous Australian drug use
Sam did
The American link
Ray relied upon
That an Uncle had
Temporarily lost its lid
The question is
How
Of course
Could I an Australian
Claim to know
My own
The horse
