This Friday’s poem is dedicated to all those whose summer peace at the beach or lake has been spoiled by these motorised overgrown bumblebees.
Ode To A Jet-Ski Person was written by Michael Leunig and comes from Poems 1972-2002, published by Viking.
Ode To A Jet-Ski Person
Jet-ski person, selfish fink,
May your silly jet-ski sink,
May you hit a pile of rocks,
Oh Hoonish, summer, coastal pox.
Noisy, smoking, dickhead fool
On your loathsome leisure tool,
Give us all a jolly lark
And sink beside a hungry shark.
Scream as in its fangs you go,
Your last attention-seeking show,
While on the beach we all join in
With ‘Three cheers for the dorsal fin!’
– Michael Leunig –
Homepaddock 
Had one buzz us while we were anchored up fishing. He got the message when we started casting at him. Damn near got him with a trace rigged for shark.
Another couple at one of the southern lakes buzzed up & down all day annoying the crap out of us.
They came in and went straight to bed, all tired out from a day of blatting about.
I hope our late night partying didn’t keep them awake…
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I have heard tell that an old style of golfball (the ones with lots of rubber strands inside) gum up the fuel system rather well.
Only a rumour I have heard of course.
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and sink besides a hungry shark! brilliant
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