How To Be Besties With Angie Rebecchi

The latest poetic review of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

She’s gruff on the outside
But she has a big heart.
She’s tough and she’s feisty
And she’ll tear you apart.

Just keep in her good books
And you’ll be okay.
But don’t try to cross her,
There’s a huge price to pay.

Cos Angie means business,
Her boys are her world.
If anyone hurts them,
Her anger’s unfurled.

Our Angie thinks she is top dog
And the queen.
Wherever there’s conflict
She’s first on the scene.

Don’t diss her, or claim that
Your baking is better.
Heap praise on her lamingtons,
Do not upset her!

Just nod, smile, agree,
Or invite her to brekky.
That’s how to be besties
With Angie Rebecchi!

© Carol Ann Wood
Thursday 7 December 2017


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Make Sheila Feel Alive, Clive!

The latest poetic review of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

Oh Mr Clive Gibbons, the suave CEO,
Please go out with Sheila; she needs you, you know.
She’s made bad decisions with a few men she’s met,
But she has a kind heart and she’s feeling upset.

She knows you’re a good egg, so give her a chance.
She’s not had much fortune with men and romance.
You could be the modern day Harold and Madge!
And that is the mark of an honourable badge!

We need to keep Clive in the midst of the street,
And when Sheila’s in love she’s amusing and sweet.
She can get tips from Susan on blue box attire,
And set both your heart and the suburb on fire!

So come along Clive, be a perfect love-healer
And nestle in close to the bosom of Sheila!

© Carol Ann Wood
Thursday, 30 November 2017


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The Plot Thickens

The latest poetic review of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

It’s hotting up in Ramsay Street,
The mystery goes on.
Is Mark a cop now dark and bad?
Will his freedom soon be gone?

Or is the herring red and false,
Some twists and turns in store?
Destroying the evidence was dumb.
He’s heading for a fall.

Meanwhile young lovers reunite,
So in their joy we revel.
Are Ben and Xanthe taking things
To the infamous ‘next level’?

And Courtney had her painted claws
Quite deeply into Paul.
She planned the nuptials with a quiz,
So she could ‘win it all’.

But Paul, despite saying ‘Let’s elope,’
Got cold feet on the day.
And Courtney’s been left high and dry,
She’s begging ‘Let me stay.’

And what’s this now? A Christmas vow
Our Sonya’s quietly plotting?
She wants her Toad to know
He’s more than the dead plant he was potting.

One thing the viewers want to see
(Please, writers, pay attention)
Is something very special
So deserves a special mention.

Australia said YES! And so
Down to the lake we’re heading.
Please Aaron, David, tie the knot,
As we love a neighbours wedding!

© Carol Ann Wood
Tuesday, 28 November 2017


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Lyneeeeeee Returns (Again)

Yet another poetic review of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

Oh Lyneee, dear Lyneee,
Emotional Lyn,
You’ve come to see Steffie
And poke your nose in.

You’ve snuck cash to Amy
Behind Steffie’s back.
She won’t take too kindly
To that kind of tack!

Last week we had fireworks,
This week there’ll be more
As you shake your wild hair
And tell others the score.

You always bring drama
Wherever you go,
When you flounce in and out,
All your feelings on show.

Will Paul rush to greet you
With a hug and a kiss?
Well somehow we doubt it –
But I will say this:

Whenever our Lyneee
Is back in the ’hood,
There’s always a crisis.
This doesn’t look good!

© Carol Ann Wood
Tuesday, 14 November 2017


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The Neighbours Whodunnit

The latest in a series of regular poetic reviews of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

Was it Sheila with a gnome,
Or was it Gary with a blow?
Was it Tyler in a fit of rage?
The viewers need to know!
Was it nurse Louise, whodunnit,
Leaving Hamish there to drown,
Was it Mark who turned to Killer Cop?
Who might be going down?

Was it Kirsha with a firework
That was lit unwittingly?
Did a dog give Roache’s heart a scare?
It’s still a mystery.
Did someone from the party
Creep along to do the deed?
Suffocation by Terese’s chest?
That surely would succeed?

Who really murdered Hamish?
We’re all searching for the clues.
Was it Amy with a hammer
Or did Fay sneak in? You choose!
Was it Elly stumbling drunkenly
With bottle in her hand?
Or did Russell’s ghost come down to strike
When he heard what Roach had planned?

Now Paul is grinning ear to ear
As he bribes the hapless Gary.
He knows he’s got him in a fix
So he and T can’t marry.
The viewers are on tenterhooks,
With the who, what, when, where, how.
Don’t leave us all adrift, cast out,
We need some answers NOW!

© Carol Ann Wood
Week ending Friday, 10 November 2017


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Temperatures Raise With Terese

The latest in a series of regular poetic reviews of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street

Terese, Terese, you saucy minx,
You’ve really changed your style.
You’re posing like a bad gal now
With a sultry, sensuous smile.
A star of social media, the face of the hotel.
With your assets on display,
You ‘nearly’ wore the dress so well!

As Courtney snapped, you got quite bold,
And loved the sexy pose.
A whole new role could soon be yours,
As a star of glamour shows!
With Sheila as the compare
And Gary as security,
It would ensure no seedy guests,
And thus maintain your purity.

But businessmen would get a treat
To see you pirouette,
And Lassiter’s would prosper
With the finest floor show yet!
Terese, Terese, tear off those suits,
And get those fishnets showing.
Get star awards as manager
And the men of Erisborough glowing!

© Carol Ann Wood
Week ending Friday, 10 November 2017


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Water-Ramsay-Street-Gate

The third in a series of regular poetic reviews of Erinsborough’s Ramsay Street – this one a review of the week’s episodes

It’s hotting up in Ramsay Street,
We’ve got a little nearer.
We know that Hamish is a con,
It’s all becoming clearer.
But Tyler thinks he’s water-tight
And won’t hear Piper’s plea.
His sorrows drowned with the T-Bone texts,
His brain is all at sea.

So Aaron is in ‘Gay Paree’
And he’s such a super sleuth,
Compared to Mark he’s double quick
In uncovering the truth.
He’s found the house to catch the girl
To catch the conman out.
He might catch Andrea as well,
As he hotfoots it about.

And, meanwhile hapless Gary
Took a deep breath not intended.
Found comatose in the Penthouse lift,
Paul’s dinner party ended.
Confessions then from Moneybags
Of his and Courtney’s plot.
Well what a shock, who’d ever guess?
We were flabbergasted. Not!

I’m sensing fireworks yet to come
And more explosive tales,
And sultry scenes and drama –
And a warning, perhaps, of gales?
It’s all going on in Erinsborough
And it’s all going off as well.
We’re bubbling like the hot tub
For what next week has to tell!

© Carol Ann Wood
Week ending Friday 3 November 2017


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