The Mullet and The Pies.

Uncle Steve is coming
in just 1 more sleep!
After 12 hours of driving,
he'll be here tomorrow arvo
going Honk! Toot! Beep!

He's the only one I know

Thank Goodness!
with A Mullet on his head.
It's been there since the 80s,
when he gets up in the morning
and when he goes to bed.

Every year, he comes for a visit
in the month of June.
He takes us for a walk,
has a yarn or 2 or 3 or 4.
How does time pass so soon?

Then off he goes for a night of fun!

The Pies versus The Swans.

He loves his footy you can see.
Sangies, sticky ribs and rum!

There'll be no vuvuzelas
with their buzz 'n whine 'n hum.
Just lots of yelling fellas,
going thumpity-thump, thump, thump!

We all know who Uncle Steve is cheering for.
The Pies! The Pies! The Pies??!
It's a good thing he's a friend

or we just might cut all ties.

                                                                                                                             

I've had my bath.
I hope he's had his
or he might not get a kiss.

The house has been mopped,
the sheets are turned.
We're ready as we'll ever be

for Uncle Steve's good company.

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How is Rufus B Thumper?