February 18, 2005

The ballad of Shane Heal (Basketballer)

(A harmless bit of self-indulgent hero worship, just for variety, and you're right, it scans badly at times. For more on Shane, try http://www.hammer.net.au/biography.asp )

In Sydney, Australia
we're real used to failure
the Sydney Kings frequently flop
but it sure would appear
to be different this year
and we might finish up near the top

A bloody big throng
had come from the 'gong
with bugles and whistles and drums
not a sound had they made
while the Panthers played
they hung about scratching their bums

They were salivating
their moment was almost at hand
they mustered their zeal
to heckle Shane Heal
Sydney's finest, the best in the land

And at last! Shane was coming
they started their drumming
and blew all their bugles out loud
shouting Heal is a wanker
to incur his rancour
and that of the Sydney crowd

The moment was nearing
many boos, much more cheering
a wild unbelievable clamour
as Rodney O's voice
endorsed Sydney's choice
23 Shane Heal, the hammer

In total control
the spotlight he stole
acknowledged his fans with a bow
then the champion chose
to offer his foes
a smile that said 'just watch me now'

The game now began
through thick traffic he ran
and plonked the ball in for a two
the Sydney fans screamed
for the Hawks to be creamed
(a thing their team sure could do)

I saw the champ linger
to give them the finger
that the refs ignored by a mile
Hawks fans were incensed
their chant recommenced
but Shane just continued to smile

Down the court again
to the wanker refrain
three points where the last two had gone
The more that they roared
the more Shane Heal scored
it clearly turned him on

The fans could smell blood
and expected a flood
of points; and that's what they got
near half-time they'd find
the Hawks 40 behind
with all their chances shot

But still the drums blazed
and their voices were raised
'Heal's a wanker' they cried and they cried
but with every roar
Shane scored even more
the scoreboard was where he replied

Heal hogged the ball
he did it all
layups, fade-aways, hooks
a matter of pride
now he shot from outside
beaucoup treys for the league record books

To the Hawks fans… our thanks
for shouting 'Heal wanks'
it brought out his very best play
they should look at the board
fifty one points he scored
(and Sydney won the day)

As our family drove home
from the Kings' Superdome
still dazed from the point scoring spree
we knew just how lucky
we'd been to see plucky
Shane heal, number 23

Alan Smith 2002

Posted by alan at 3:38 PM

January 29, 2005

Christmas Holidays at Cronulla Beach

A Senryu Sequence

dad stumbles into
his son's sand castle
topless sun bather

asleep in the sun
dreaming of food
lobster thermidor

outdoor showers
he digs inside his speedos
sand excavation

lime ice cream
melts down her arm
my Lady Green Sleeves

two boys race
through the crowded beach
sand flies ev'rywhere

from the water's edge
squeals of delight
splashing games

incoming tide
she digs a moat around
her sandcastle

broadcast of carols
transports her from the heat
Good King Wenceslas

walking between
bikini clad girls
his board feels lighter

a Christmas present
from his surfboat crew
wedgie for Santa

he reads in her direction
his book upside down

Alan Smith August 2004
Published (Commended) in Yellow moon No 16 December 2004

Posted by alan at 11:40 PM