by ALFREED FANDANGLE

Awe stars’ verses, bored as Aurora
gathering rainbows at the dawn
of local time. Unsavable daylight

can’t power you through the night.
Like some kind of magic wand in valley,
no secret Malley bull is really fowl.

A home away from home in summer,
a refuge bay where good neighbours
come to stay with good friends

on a family getaway, to watch media
where the sunrises over the landline;
like foreign correspondents in a rage.

Over the dateline, the compass went
totally wild about the garden in Australia;
whilst Mr Squiggle, pre-Smiggle,

when Smeagol was still evil, turned us all
upside down. Miscellaneous useful tools,
fork-horners behind the news. Media’s mass

for you at home; play school, doctor; nurse
a fool’s delusions. Here’s to hump-free in your
current affair, 60-minutes today stripped bare.

Dropping
                     down under
                                                there.

• With references to some longest-running
  Australian television programs