His name was Esau
A note before you read this poem.
This poem was written whilst sitting round the campfire with a small group of friends on the banks of the Murranbidgee River between Wagga Wagga and Gundagai, in southern NSW over the Easter holiday break 2010. I'm not sure where the idea or words come from.... obviously some dark place I didn't know belonged to me I guess!
He was thinking of the moving, round the country to the proving
of the family that suspected him of naught.
Every plan he was concieving, had him working til the ev'ning
so his banking balance was growing, was what he sought.
With his gander up he told them, and in certain terms he sold them
on this scheme, in his mind he'd settled on.
With the greatest consternation, he travelled round nation
putting paid to all the hesitation early on.
And so it was, they invested, being sure of not being bested
with the certainty of the scheme he'd settled on.
He played it with distinction, not planning on extinction
for the reliability of the scheme, he battled on.
In the early days the winning, had the family members grinning
as the prospect of the mountain began to grow.
Despite some early setbacks, they all had faith in the paycheques
as the prospects of a mountain began to show.
Alas, at length the Schemer, was seen for what he'd been
as all the family members, at last the disaster saw.
That one and all was caught, in his paltry fraudulent scheme.
But all they could do was shame him. He was the last Esau.
Dags the Drover