Our Memorial Hall
Our memorial hall recognised the glorious
War dead. All week it lay vacant until Saturday
Night when the district moved to Gus Goonan’s orchestra.
Each night’s dance finished with the strains “Goodnight Irene”
The old boys knew their cars, parked in Murray Street, gave them
Experienced girls who knew the price a ride home meant
Another notch on the bedhead of the motorist
The missing bit about the girl’s menstural cycle
Prompted many a man regret their dance of freedom
It was rumoured a shotgun prompted another dance
When Gus solemnly played Richard Wagner’s “Bridal Waltz”,
in the days before the pill.
Today, Memorial Halls are silent
Because families have left and corporate dollars
Do not dance.