memories ONE - Treasure at Rakman's Cove
Ok, so memory one comes from the wonderous year of 1990. I know, some of you were still struggling to walk and not do wee in your pants at the same time back in 90, but some of you are probably still struggling to do that now. Especially on weekends.
From my year 4 / 5 writing book back in the old days comes the rather messy and very average poem called "Treasure at Rakman's Cove". Be amazed people. And see how many references you can spot from my little bubble of existence through the late 1980's. Extra points if you can work out what season this poem was written in, and what sport I was following at the time...
Treasure at Rakman's Cove
"Once I saw a Pirate Ship, heading out to see.
It flew the Jolly Roger, as mean as mean could be.
They fired cannon balls at me, I dodged them by an inch,
I was at the bottom of a cliff, I thought I'd need a winch!
I followed the Pirate Ship down the Aussie coast,
Then I saw it disappear, into Rakmans Cove.
I took a deep breath, and then stepped in,
They had captured Bob Hawke, and tossed him in a bin.
When they left, I helped Bob out, and he left the cove.
Then I heard it, they were chanting a magic code.
A rock moved aside, to let them in.
And there it was, treasure, stuffed into tins.
The very next day I went to the execution,
For them all to be killed, there was no refus'in."
....for the record, I especially loved my year four usage of the word "refus'in".
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