Macho Men of Echuca

We rolled for Echuca, spirits high,
Till Zats’ phone flew off to the roadside sky.
Left on the bonnet, gone with the breeze,
So back forty k’s with no IDs.

Using the iPad and Find My Phone,
We tracked that bastard till it was shown.
A mission of legends, the thirst for beer,
Then onto the houseboat, the crew all here.

Zats, Filpy, Webby, Stocky by night,
Bales and Bongo, Trav in full flight.
Tossel and mates all ready to roam,
Three days of chaos away from home.

Webby the macho, muncho man,
Always the one with a wild-eyed plan.
Stocky best on ground, Starlink in tow,
Saving the signal wherever we’d go.

Bongo ruled barbecue, king of the grill,
Trav washed the dishes with dutiful skill.
Tossel the chef with a pan in his hand,
While Zats ran the booze and commanded the land.

Filpy the punter, chasing each race,
Then lost his rod to a cod in disgrace.
Bales was the king of coke, none could compete,
Laying long lines on the glass table neat.

Three days we sat there, laughing in fits,
Drinking cold tins and pissing our bits.
Can’t quite remember much more of the year—
Just do it again when the houseboat is near.

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