29/11/2025
The Winning Ballad of the 2025 Port Melbourne Icebergs
All was fine on the 109
As the revellers enjoyed their vacation.
All fun and no fear
As they ran to the pier.
The one across from the station.
Across the sand then into the bay
The teens and loved ones did dive.
Amongst frivolity and kissing
No one noticed him missing
When those six who went in became five.
For just near that beach
Within te****le reach
The giant octopus waited.
Only a swimmer or two
Or a cattle dog, blue
Would see its appetite sated.
Next day, sure enough the comely and tough
Of the 6.30 Icebergs came beating;
Quite unaware,
With the Rotunda just there,
They too were on the menu for eating.
From under the pier and clipping Tomās ear
Lashed a three fathom te****le.
āBy Christ what was that?ā
And his tow float lay flat.
āI think Iāve infarcted a ventricle.ā
A hasty retreat to the piccolo was beat.
Limbs and appendages counted.
With roll call complete
And dry sand under their feet.
A mission for conquest was mounted.
Great debate ensued and, without being rude,
There was much to-ing and fro-ing.
That hideous creature
Cannot be a feature
Of our rotunda comings and goings.
Broady said āArl lure it oot with a tune on ma flute.ā
Like an aquatic Pied Piper.
Said Ryan, āTake it from me.
This needs a 303.
And I fancy myself as a sniper.ā
Came an idea from Trevor,
Quaint and not clever.
āWe could feed it scones til it sank.ā
It showed how his mind had been freed
By that North Coast w**d.
But, as a helpful idea, it stank.
āBut Trevās scones could be the distraction
As we lay some explosive actionā,
Said Michael jangling the keys of his Ute.
āIāve got some jelly in the tray
From a demo today.
More than enough to nobble the brute.ā
So out onto the pier they strode in good cheer.
To face up to this scourge of their water.
They fed it scones by the tin
And it kept shovelling them in.
It scoffed almost a ton and a quarter.
The distraction worked well. āStand clearā was the yell.
And in stepped Vitruvian Andy.
The fuse then he set.
āYou havenāt seen anything yet.
When it comes to loud bangs Iām quite handy.ā
āFire in the hole!ā God rest its soul!
And the explosion rang out over the bay.
It was almost atomic
Would melt the winter Potomac.
And for a moment the night became day.
In the silence that followed, they gasped and they swallowed.
They knew they had vanquished their foe.
Those Icebergers stood tall.
They had answered the call.
They hugged in the diminishing glow.
It would all be fine on the 109
Now that the loathsome beast had met its maker.
Alfred Bernard Nobel
Helped blow the thing to hell
Assisted by Trevor the baker.
But dear ones, Donāt fret. The taleās not quite done yet.
With that squid launched to the sky astronomical.
Gone forever they thought
But the explosion had brought
A miraculous change gastronomical.
Nin was the first to be hit. Ross copped a crispy bit.
And they looked to the heavens so starry.
As That beastās now diced tonnage
Coated with Trevorās scoffed sconnage
Rained on them as crumbed calamari.