The Barassi Variations
The Argument: I’ve met Australian Football’s most famous personality a few times and on one occasion he told of a brief sequence of words he had recently heard which, if it were repeated as many times as there were words, with each word emphasised in turn, its meaning would be considerably altered. Thus ‘I never said he took the money.’
Theme
To versify my survey on
such alchemy as words contain,
I’ve thought it through and offer, Ron,
these variants to your refrain
(let’s hope witty, maybe punny):
I never said he took the money.
Indignity
I’m the wrong guy. Who me blab?
Have Golden Rules gone all to seed?
Dealer, ponce, pimp, stoolie, scab:
let’s vomit ‘cause I loathe the breed.
Don’t take us for that kind of bunny!
I never said he took the money.
True Blue
This man’s Aussie and my mate.
You think friendship’s passé, quaint?
Allow me to reiterate:
what’s my line? Well dobbing ain’t!
See here fuckhead, what’s so funny?
I never said he took the money.
Calligrapher
Find the average talkback grating?
Got a voice and fancy choral?
Though when one’s communicating
who’s to say it should be aural?
Scrawled on parchment/ in the dunny
I never said he took the money.
Heavyweight
Well inside our suspect zone,
But out of order, sync and bounds,
we’re looking at a Tyson clone
who could last the fifteen rounds
with Ali, Louis, Dempsey, Tunney.
I never said he took the money.
Vocalist
Young man hits the karaoke.
On me! My shout! Freebee! Gratis!
Talent scouts cheer. Almost broke he
nearly turns recording artist,
gets cold feet, walks out on Sony.
I never said he took the money!
Schoolmasters
Meanwhile with over-focused eye
pedagogues like swarms of gnats
amplify and specify
theses, thoses, this ‘n’ thats;
turning grammar, syntax runny:
I never said he took the money!
Lothario
The chauvinist rolled out his line:
‘All babes love it, I won’t hurt you.
Your place equally as mine
to dispose that shrinking virtue?’
Advantage seized? Well maybe honey,
I never said he took the money.
Girl Talk
It’s a staple through the ages,
gold-digger teams with sugar pa.
Till in receipt of final wages:
‘With men I’m through so ciao ‘n’ taa.’
Goodtime gal turned out quite nunney.
(Although of course she took the money.)
Alan Wearne