August 28, 2016 | Ian Bland | Leave a comment The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Radiothon 2016 Week 2“. Good afternoon Jon, and for the last time, at least for the moment, greetings from Coventry. Heading home to Melbourne in a couple of days. A big thumbs up to all the volunteers in the phone room, RRR of course couldn’t function without the army of volunteers who contribute so much, and I hope you are making their lives absolutely miserable by jamming the phone lines as you ring to renew your subscription or become a new subscriber. If not, give them a call now and make their lives even more stressful, they can take it. That’s enough from me, I look forward to returning to the studio next week, but first I have to finish what I began last week and it’s back to the neighbourhood. To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below: https://ianbland.com.au/audio/JVG_Poem20160828.mp3 Radiothon 2016 Week 2 Our previous installment We were in the neighbourhood Rummaging through piles of junk Scraps of iron and wood Those who listened last week Would no doubt know the reason It was Hard Rubbish Collection The highlight of the season To the canny, piles of trash Are akin to Santa’s sleigh The Jewel in the Junkheap Could be just one pile away “Rabbit”, “Spanner”, “Squirrel” Couldn’t take a trick “Fruitcake” Frankie Hayes Was a little bit too quick He was cruising round the streets While they were fast asleep By the time the rooster crowed Frankie’d been through every heap It was Lindy Dent who noted They rarely set off before lunch But if they ventured out at dawn They’d beat Frankie to the punch Her theory soon paid off Lindy always did make sense Outside Number 102 Flat 7 Stacked beside the fence A set of chrome spoked wheels “Pig” could not believe his eyes With the speed of a one legged sloth He raced to claim the prize “Fruitcake” turned the corner Caught sight of the wheels Like a whippet pumped with speed He was snapping at “Pig’s” heels Both made a desperate lunge Spurred on by Hard Rubbish Fever But who would score the wheels? The answer is, well, neither They were off a green MG TC Parked outside Old man Blake’s He’d left them up against the fence While working on the brakes Though obviously disappointed They were over it quickly enough Mr Blake took them into his garage It was full of all kinds of great stuff There were kerosene lamps, fishing rods An anchor chain from a yacht Said he needed the space to house his car They were welcome to take the lot This is starting to sound a bit Disney Subtle messages buried in rhyme But I’m as subtle as a proctologist’s finger So in the word’s of Gough Whitlam “It’s time” Dig through the junk, sort through the piles You’ll be in for a few surprises Ring up, subscribe, discover a jewel Maybe win one of the prizes Become part of a community Not driven by commercial ideals But a warning, to avoid any misunderstandings You won’t find any chrome spoked wheels © Copyright 2016 Ian Bland Also have a listen to the songs on “Angel In Reverse” Share this:TweetEmailMoreTelegram