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2020 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

2020 Ipswich Poetry Feast Encouragement Awards

2020 Picture Ipswich Awards – Open Age

2020 Ipswich City Council Awards Open Age – Local Poets

2020 Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Awards Open Age – Other Poetry

2020 Ipswich Poetry Feast Awards Open Age – Bush Poetry

Remembering Bill the Bastard by Irene Dalgety Timpone (1st)

Where Angels Tread by Tom McIlveen (2nd)

Bringing the Cattle Home by Irene Dalgety Timpone (3rd)

Forgotten Heroes by Kay Gorring (Highly Commended)

Fishing for a Gucci by Tom McIlveen (Highly Commended)

The Mask by John Roberts (Highly Commended)

Dining with the Devil by John Roberts (Highly Commended)

The locals said it was a booming little enterprise

That sold the nicest curries, stews and finger licking fries,

A range of sausage rolls and even tasty homemade pies

Until the village villain brought about that shops demise.

It happened in a little town out back o’ Bourke I’m told

When horses ruled the tracks and roads way back in days of old,

When camel trains across the desert gently swayed and rolled

Towards their destination where this story did unfold.

Now in this town there lived a man of eastern origins

A funny little man who greeted folk with toothless grins,

Who ran around in double time on dusty shoeless pins,

A bamboo pole across his shoulders holding woven bins.

In spite of how he looked and dressed this little man could cook,

They came from miles around to try his famous spicy chook.

They scoffed it down in bucket loads without a second look

And not a soul suspected that his chicken wings were crook!

They complimented him endorsing his unique cuisine

And praised his little dining room so neat and squeaky clean,

His kitchen skills were said to be the best they’d ever seen,

He even had this potion that could fix a busted spleen!

His range of jars and potions cured warts and wind and gout,

A common cold was beaten ere a drip dripped off your snout!

A migraine wouldn’t last a sniff of something snuffed them out

And painful boils would disappear before they shot a sprout!

He had a cure for everything from cramp to sandy blight,

The doctor up and left his clients left him left and right!

In search of magic medicines for snake or spider bite

Regardless if the potion gave them colic half the night!

And so it came to pass that in this little town out west

This funny little man had built himself a handsome nest,

A quickly climbing bank account to put his mind at rest

Until one night when he and guests were subject to a jest.

The place was packed that fateful night when trouble came along

The cafe was abuzz aromas drifted o’er the throng.

He hovered round his kitchen wielding ladle fork and tong,

When all at once it happened, everything that could went wrong!

The local larrikin arrived with sugar bag in hand,

His face was flushed and glowing from a session at the Strand.

He strode across the cafe in an entrance rather grand!

To stop beside the counter where he made this bold demand.

He beckoned to our little man now cooking at his grill,

Undid a tie around his sack with deft and sudden skill,

Then emptied out three feral cats beside the counters till

And yelled, “Yer won’t be getting more until yer pay yer bill!”

Our little man was greatly shocked too stricken dumb to talk,

A customer she poked at food the menu said was pork!

Another pushed and prodded something with his knife and fork,

Then all at once they bolted through the door and down the walk!

You’d never seen such mayhem in that little town remote,

One gentleman in frantic haste forgot his dinner coat!

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And Fanny May knew straight away what happened to her goat!

Another on the landing had his fingers down his throat!

That cafe owner closed his doors and left the town it’s said

And some that lived around that place went off all meat that’s red!

They all turned vegetarians and lived on fruit and bread

And wondered how that little man could sleep at night in bed.

And shocked were some that lost a pet and thought it ran away,

To find their furry friend had been the special of the day!

It never crossed their minds to look inside his warming tray

For bits of ‘Tiddles’ or the towns flea bitten mongrel stray!

Old Missus Jones declared she’d eaten some of her own cat!

And Tiny Thomas lost some turkeys out at Chambers Flat.

And Rusty Reagan’s bitch had lost her pups imagine that!

Their little legs all rolled in crumbs and fried in boiling fat.

Pet pigs had disappeared without a sign or single trace

And no one even thought to check that little man’s old place,

And fox’s got the blame for missing chooks in any case.

Oh how they wished that little man would show his ugly face.

Now if you’re dining wifey in some restaurant at night

And she insists on chicken wings to ease her appetite,

I wouldn’t mention missing pets unless you want a fight,

I’d hold my tongue a while, at least until she’s had a bite!

Freddy 'K' by Tom McIlveen (Highly Commended)

2020 Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

2020 Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

2020 Broderick Family Awards 11-13 Years

2020 Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

2020 River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years