The Old Commodore Poem by Elizabeth Russell

Four boys and a Commodore
Four beers and the bonnet up
They peer deep into the unknown
With board shorts at half mast
The ubiquitous Australian 'crack'
The last thing you see when they pass
They play – just like they did
When they were young
With smaller cars in smaller yards
My son kisses his “missus”
The others light their smokes
Laughing at some dirty jokes
I sit and watch while
Nothing gets done
The magnificent posturing of youth