Triubute to FKN Qld'r

It’s lonesome away from your kindred and all By the tele at night where the wild geckos call But there’s nothin’ so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to come to the library and Mac is not here

Now Jefferies all anxious for the quota to come There’s a faraway look on the face of everyone

Ted’s gone all cranky and Rogers acting queer What a terrible place is a library when Mac is not here

Then Bobby he rides up with his dry, dusty throat He breasts up to the podium, pulls a page from his coat But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer When Jeffrey says suddenly: “Mac’s no longer here”

Joyce is in the front row for his lordship she waits But Mac is not coming today to chime with his mates She hurries for cover and she cringes with a tear It’s a sad place for her now Mac is not here

Then in comes ol’Tommy all covered with flies He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes But when he is told he’ll say, “What’s this I hear? “I’ve drivin fifty flamin’ miles and now Mac is not here”?”

Well ol’Banjo, the poet, the first time in his life Has gone home real early to his darling wife He walks in the kitchen: she says: “You’re early, my dear” Then he breaks down and tells her that Mac’s is not here

Well it’s lonesome away from your kindred and all By the tele at night where the wild geckos call But there’s nothin’ so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the library and know Mac is not here

Well we’ll keep writing poetry for its part of our life

We’ll look after you Joyce for your Macs darling wife

There’s nothing more certain or most totally clear

We will always be mindful now Mac is not here

Words and them inspired by Dan Sheahan as a tribute to Mac Skinner RIP mate.