Badgi Beach Ball Babe

Matthew M has been cleaning out his old phone, and found a few classics. In the general vicinity of Badgingarra, but really just nowhere, unless you would describe the whole region as “subsidy country”. Not without it’s charm. I like the hair.Badgingarra-1 Badgingarra-2

About The Lazy Aussie

Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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17 Responses to Badgi Beach Ball Babe

  1. GivDBird says:

    firm boozies

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  2. Rolly says:

    Big flaps, or transgender ?

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  3. Snuff says:

    Marvellous. Not worst.

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  4. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:

    What? No post on the dismemberment of Cockburn in Council amalgamations? If Cockburn is Poland, is Freo Mayor Brad Pettit Hitler or Stalin? No, Melville is definitely Germany. I’m so confused.

    Anyway, fuck you McGowan.

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  5. NF#1 says:

    Out in Badgie

    A man gets lonely, out in Badgie
    Tired of conversing with ghosts
    Of scratching his belly
    While looking at tellie
    Or old Australasian Posts

    Barren that land is, out in Badgie
    The pickings are slim to be sure
    He could choose suicide
    Or a mail order bride
    Or drink till he falls on the floor

    Or go out for the night, out of Badgie
    Reeking of cheap aftershave
    But he’s hardly the poorer
    For not driving to Moora
    Or let alone Jurien Bay

    Consolations abound out in Badgie
    Yet none ever seem to take hold
    Thinks to swap his blue heeler
    For a two-legged sheila
    Then hits on an idea more bold

    So he takes his stand out in Badgie
    Gathers up pieces of tin
    This rural Pygmalion
    And true blue Australian
    Fashions the image of sin

    ‘Neath the unyielding sky, out in Badgie
    He smiles at his own handiwork
    She smiles back at him
    With lascivious grin
    Their courtship perfunctory and curt

    They found him out there, out in Badgie
    Driven mad from tetanus the doc says
    His private parts gone
    Found smeared all along
    His tin paramour’s jagged edge

    He’s happy there now, out in Badgie
    Content without woman or friend
    Spayed and gelded
    By the idol he welded
    To never feel lonely again

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  6. vegan says:

    what’s not to like?

    not worst.

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