Mangoes O’ Mullumbimby

Danger, safety first- fall and donk, yum yum!

It is a bonanza of orange all over and over.

Splatted on the footpath, dotted in the grasses.

Covering the trees, laden with the moist luscious.

Fill your face and get the runs, young and old behold.

‘The biggest little town’ is booming as they drop on tin tops.

Rooves are dented, gutters need clearing, yet again yum.

Smoothies, chutneys, jams- preserve on or just serve.

Raking them out of his garden, man by railway track.

Cars were slipping on them, smeared into the street.

Sticky hands and hairy teeth, smile- shake hands to meet.

Not every year the mangoes in Mullum erupt.

But when they do there is no escape!..

Written before Arc the kidd existed.

A poem from my first book ‘Jumping Goat Fish’