It Never Rains In Melbourne

Melbourne Cup Magic

Once In Ferntree Gully

Correct Weight Caulfield Cup

It Never Rains In Melbourne

 By Paul McCann

If you've never been to Melbourne , then you won't have heard them say,

"Yea, there used to be a breeze you know, before it blew away."

"You can't take the eyes out of their head or take their dreams away , when you sit in a  Melbourne tram waiting for clouds to go grey .

It only rains at night, in the morning  it’s all gone away .

When you're down in Melbourne waiting for  weather to break again, it spit's lightly until night comes then all nightlong it will rain .

I love those storms that never come to give Melbourne a good lash .

I see the thunder in the sky and hear the lightening go flash .

With each new day, the people say it happened again last night.

Things could be so different  if maybe once black could be white .

But no, it never rains in Melbourne , no matter what you think ,everyone likes to wear sunny's so nobody sees them blink .

Melbourne Cup Magic

By Paul McCann

It’s a horse race called the Melbourne Cup.
The first Tuesday in November is the date that has been set.
It's the horse race that stops Australia.
It's that very same race when millions are laid out for a bet. 
Flemington racecourse is where it’s at.
You'll find the punters jumping for joy as good odds come their way.
The bookmakers put up their prices .
You can't hear a thing but the crowd roaring its Melbourne Cup day.
There are the dead runners and long shots.
Some may loose their shirt a four-legged fancy of their own.
Melbourne Cup has a special magic.
The fashions come out to see how it wears as the punters roam .
All the flowers are softly blooming .
It’s a colourful show for the cup.
Somewhere in the throng of it all horses go a giddy-up .
Jockeys are on their mounts and it’s on .
Lips quiver , all eyes are fixed for the race is about to start .
The barriers open, off they go.
Around the turn they come there’s a flutter in every heart .
The front few race for the winning post .
The excitement has been, the winners are seen to be leaping.
There are always the hard luck stories .
The magic about is all is there are no losers weeping.

Once In Ferntree Gully

 By Paul McCann

There on a one tree hill deja vu captured me .

As I sat down silently beside an ash tree ,

my eyes did open and I could see lyrebirds ,

around Ferntree Gully speak softly without words  .

What a  thrill as they danced and pranced pretty of quill ,

as I fell in love one day there on one tree hill .

Correct Weight Caulfield Cup

 By Paul McCann

Time for a flutter I though.

It's spring carnival time in Melbourne.

A buck on the nose will do fine at decent odds, twenty to one.

May God give her strength and good speed.

Because she was drawn out wide and up against a good field

So lets hope she gets some luck on the run.

She is carrying top weight and now she's sweating up at the gate.

 Ready for a start, lights on ,and off they go , over a mile mate .

She missed the jump and had a lot of ground to make up she went wide.

The field bunched, she drew closer to the frontrunners with every stride.

She pulled up with the leader and put her nose in front.

She drew clear by half a length at the finish,

There was not a challenge to fear.

But before I could collect I had to wait until correct weight was given.

What a long wait, but a wait well worth waiting for  mate .