Poetry in praise of Australia

Wheel return

Author: [Australia] Jeff? friendly partner

Translator: Ouyang Yu

In the fifties

Knock gently

Shikai

Immigrants and refugees

Often referred to as

New Australian

The late sixties

Old Australians—

It was finally included.

Census data

In the early 1970s.

White Australia policy

Formal disintegration

This is postwar Australia.

Stay away from post-modernism

Before importing Italian wool suits

(Don't appreciate it here)

At this time, the snow-capped mountains

Water conservancy projects employ "Borg" and "Borg"

And "bad dogs"

Daily bleaching fabric

industry

automobile

industry

manufacture

work

build

work

And most other people.

The same is true for industries related to hands and feet.

(Until tariffs were all the rage)

These new Australians—

They are so excited.

A little old.

So are Australians.

Although still

Discrimination against blacks

Kangaroo meat is still

Only feed pets.

Jungle food is only reserved for

Missionaries eat

Yes, all this is even humble.

Lebanese cucumber

Before settling in Australia

Now, in the new millennium,

My landlord is Greek.

My dentist is Korean.

My coffee shop is Italian.

My vegetable and fruit shop is from Cambodia.

My supermarket belongs to Vietnamese.

My small commodity market belongs to the Germans.

My computer expert is from Sri Lanka.

My legal adviser is Greek.

My neighbor is Swedish.

Croats, Prussians and British.

My niece and nephew.

British-Italian

My granddaughter is British-Indian.

My phone book is half full.

A name I can hardly pronounce.

This is 200 1 year, and Tampa sets sail.

Enter history

A vogue full of all kinds.

Swamp and Bad Dog

country

But afraid of a boat

"Vogel"

The so-called "left" and "right" factions

Political parties-

everywhere

Concentric circles become circles—

Their greed and power

Suck into the center of this vortex

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Bogs, wogs and dago are all derogatory terms. Bog refers to Balkan immigrants, Vogue refers to Mediterranean and Middle Eastern immigrants, and Bad Dog refers to Italian immigrants.

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Wheel return

Author: [Australia] Jeff? friendly partner

Translator: Ouyang Yu

In the fifties

Knock gently

Shikai

Immigrants and refugees

Often referred to as

New Australian

The late sixties

Old Australians—

It was finally included.

Census data

In the early 1970s.

White Australia policy

Formal disintegration

This is postwar Australia.

Stay away from post-modernism

Before importing Italian wool suits

(Don't appreciate it here)

At this time, the snow-capped mountains

Water conservancy projects employ "Borg" and "Borg"

And "bad dogs"

Daily bleaching fabric

industry

automobile

industry

manufacture

work

build

work

And most other people.

The same is true for industries related to hands and feet.

(Until tariffs were all the rage)

These new Australians—

They are so excited.

A little old.

So are Australians.

Although still

Discrimination against blacks

Kangaroo meat is still

Only feed pets.

Jungle food is only reserved for

Missionaries eat

Yes, all this is even humble.

Lebanese cucumber

Before settling in Australia

Now, in the new millennium,

My landlord is Greek.

My dentist is Korean.

My coffee shop is Italian.

My vegetable and fruit shop is from Cambodia.

My supermarket belongs to Vietnamese.

My small commodity market belongs to the Germans.

My computer expert is from Sri Lanka.

My legal adviser is Greek.

My neighbor is Swedish.

Croats, Prussians and British.

My niece and nephew.

British-Italian

My granddaughter is British-Indian.

My phone book is half full.

A name I can hardly pronounce.

This is 200 1 year, and Tampa sets sail.

Enter history

A vogue full of all kinds.

Swamp and Bad Dog

country

But afraid of a boat

"Vogel"

The so-called "left" and "right" factions

Political parties-

everywhere

Concentric circles become circles—

Their greed and power

Suck into the center of this vortex

Jeff. Jeff Goodfellow, poet and teacher, 1949 was born in Adelaide. /kloc-drop out of school at the age of 0/5. He worked as a construction worker for 20 years until he was seriously injured. He is called a "working class poet". Since 1983, nine poems have been published, including Waiting (1983), Half Crazy: Voice from Semantics (1996), Poetry Out of Control (1998) and Punching to Punch.