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Fairfield, Queensland, Australia
Fairfield Writers Group is a mix of beginner and experienced writers who meet the second and fourth Saturdays of the month at the Brisbane City Council Library in Fairfield Gardens Shopping Centre, Fairfield road, Fairfield, Queensland. Our passion is writing and we work hard at our craft. Our aim is to encourage, support and help each other to reach new heights in our writing. New members are always made welcome and usually whisked off to the local coffee shop at the end of meetings for sustenance and socialisation with the rest of the crew.

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Saturday, August 13, 2011



By Findlay McKechnie

I'm stuck in this poor old body
I'm trapped in this poor old shell

But beneath the skin
I'm the same old Fin

But how the hell can you tell?

By Carol Jell

There was young pup called Tia
Sometimes known as Tia-Maria

She pee-ed on the floor
Carol shouted "no more"

Now Tia's known as "Tia the pee-er."

By Helga Parl

There once was a hen called Wendy
Her eggs came often quite handy

The cock cried hurray
I will have my way

His name was deservedly Randy.

By Jennifer Nosovich

There once was a short man named Drew
Who loved a tall lady called Sue

Because he was short
He thought that he ought

Show her he had parts that grew.

By Anna Arnold

We danced till the morning came
Passions burning,we felt no shame

He held me tight
For just that night

And I never did learn his name.

By Lorraine Cobcroft

There once was a young man named Dean
Who fell madly in love with the queen

He sent his message of love
On the wings of a dove,

But its droppings did cause quite a scene!

By Maarten Wijnberg

A French aristocratic baby in Brest

Possessed an impressive crest

The young and the old

Gave him jewels and gold

But he thought, just give me the breast

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