TARTS in TOWNS.

‘ Tarts  In  TownS ’

As we travel this country   -   Australia

and visit some cities and towns

we will seek out ‘Tarts’ in regalia.

They may not necessarily  -  be wearing gowns.

So far  -  those that we’ve met have been sweet ones

and have had a heart that is dark.

So just for your personal guidance

and also ;  for a bit of a lark.

We intend to record the findings, of all the’ Tarts ’ that we meet

But we do not expect to find one

that is not curvaciously complete.

Tradition dictates they be tiny

Petite  -  Well Rounded and Full

But if we find many that are not.  This rhyme may be sorrowful.

We will specialise in ‘ Tarts ‘ of Australia,

but originally from distant shores.

So the word that ends this rhyme line , should definitely give you pause,

to consider these dainty damsels

other than naming them whores.

Petite and Well Rounded we have said,

in an earlier section of verse.

Most are ; not very easily fondled, others are more perverse.

Smooth and soft in appearance.

Garbed in different hues.

Most combine very plain colours. Not yet have we seen matching blues.

Pink and white is quite common, but certainly not first preference

Brown and white is a standard

that should be treated with deference

In around Goulburn, Yass and Albury

they seemed to be in disorder.

On then into Wodonga, which is just across the border.

The standard was not a high one

and let this be a lesson,

when you finally cross state boundaries, do not expect ‘Tarts’ to be in procession.

They do not reach a higher standard, of purity poise and elegance.

Because a government dictated boundary line

simply does not have any relevance.

‘ Tarts ’ will be ‘Tarts’ wherever they lay

in Victoria or New South Wales,

it seems most to matter, is the origin ; the country from which she hails.

We travelled on through Cobram and villages in between,

crissing and crossing the Murray,

until Moama and Echuca were seen.

Headed down south to Bendigo, and on to Ballarat.

Visited many  venues, where ‘ Tarts ‘ in their finery sat.

Along the great Southern Ocean Road

to a tiny town  --  Killarney.

Where ‘ Tarts ‘ were garbed in green and green and  ‘ oorish ‘ folk

spoke the “ blarney “.

Then North until we reached Swan Hill,

whilst we looked thither and yon,

and nary a titillating ‘ Tart ‘ was found,

suitable to fill the bill.

As we have yet to establish the origin,

where ‘Neenish’ were first prepared,

by a country cook or an hotel chef, or indeed in the house of a Laird.

But what we can say that up to this day

the best has been Oberon.

(c).Rimeriter. 4/98. Revised and

Translated from Writenow 22/10/07.