The Leaving Of Steph

There is no single storyline
That Steph has not lived through.
We’ve felt her pain, we’ve cried her tears,
As the poor girl’s anguish grew.

We’ve seen her laugh in happy times,
We’ve watched as she’s fought back.
This Sully woman won’t be beat,
She’s the toughest nut to crack.

From when her sister broke her heart
To illness, loss and birth,
We’ve hoped for better times ahead
When Steph could see her worth.

Now, finally, she’s heading off,
Her precious boys beside her.
She’s had her life rebuilt at last
With her best friend Toad to guide her.

It never was an easy ride
When she sped back to town.
Mistrust from some and then the time
Paul tried to bring her down.

But still our Steph did not give up
And won some hearts once more.
It’s hard to say goodbye to her
When we’re always wanting more.

We’re oh so glad that Lynie’s ‘Staphy’
Got her happy end.
You’ve touched the viewers hearts for years,
To us, you are a friend.

© Carol Ann Wood
June 2018

Wishing all the best to Carla Bonner and hope that you will reappear in your new happy place as Stephanie Jo Scully in the future


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The Bea’s Knees

Bea is with the scheming Finn,
She doesn’t know the mess she’s in.

He’s nasty, evil, full of lies.
And currently in dark disguise.

Sisters are not all the same.
Some are wild and some are tame.

But some things match for Bea and Elly.
Both were fooled by crackpot Kelly.

Both have body parts on show,
In all the clothes they wear, you know.

Elly’s shoulders, always bare,
And now Bea’s knees are seeing the air.

With bits of denim, more of flesh,
She’s ready for an Elly sesh.

Let’s hope these sisters catch Finn out
And reconcile with girly clout.

We need to see them as a force.
With knees and shoulders showing, of course!

© Carol Ann Wood
June 2018


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Pecs and Sex

Ramsay Street has gone full sex,
Gardens full of well toned pecs.
Bare bums down at Stephy’s spa!
What next? Nude Elly at the bar?

David and his spouse to be
Were in the buff fo all to see!
Bums and torsos everywhere!
Viewers wish that they lived there.

Even Gary’s chef’s attire
This week would set a girl on fire.
And now in Sheila’s backyard roams
A sight more interesting than gnomes.

Dipi’s eyes are filled with glee.
The street’s new Lady Chatterley?
So Cassius, you should be wary.
Erinsborough women can be scary!

Even business-like Terese
Won’t be averse to showing you praise.
So if you mean to stay a while,
You’d best wear more than just a smile.

Or else you’ll thus have sealed your fate:
To be the breakfast on their plate!

© Carol Ann Wood
May 2018


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The Return Of Plain Jane Super Brain

It’s been years since the fun days of Scott and Charlene,
And their neighbour, Nell Mangel, the street’s strait-laced queen.
It’s been years since a young girl, all prim, shy and meek
Was taken aside and transformed, from a geek
Into a chic stunner, but now Jane is back.
And she’s snooping around like a self-sleuthing hack!

She’s peeking in cupboards, no longer her own.
She’s making some secretive calls on her phone.
She’s acting quite strange as this story unfurls.
But why has she now gone all ‘twinset and pearls’?
Gone is the glam girl with many a fan.
Oh Jane! We all think you’ve turned into your nan!

You need to go shopping with Dipi and co,
To get back the style that you had long ago.
We love your sweet ways and the way that you care,
But reclaim the girl, for we know she’s still there!
Enough watching serious news on the telly,
Get silly with Sonya; get plastered with Elly!

We know that your nan said to ‘Keep yourself nice’,
But you’ve gone a bit far in obeying her advice!
And what is this mystery searching all for?
A time capsule maybe, or a body in store?
We love that you’re back in our favourite place,
We’re ever so happy to see your sweet face.

We want you to stay and get storylines darker.
A love romp or two, and a spat with Sue Parker!
Come Jane, let your hair down, you’re in a cool ’hood,
And you can be sassy as well as being good!

© Carol Ann Wood
April 2018


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Don’t Get Too Busy, Izzy

Izzy, oh Izzy, so scheming and bad,
She turns Karl to jelly
But makes Susan mad.
Wherever there’s Izzy, then trouble will follow.
Her lies and her half-truths get harder to swallow.
Except for the doctor, who falls for each line.
He promises this time that things will be fine.
But what’s Izzy hiding, and what can it mean?
It always ends badly when she’s on the scene.
It’s never straightforward as Susan oft utters,
A barbecue tool in her hand as she mutters.
I’d watch out for gremlins oh fair Isabelle,
Cos Susan’s revengeful and angry as hell.
You’ve pushed all her buttons, invaded her space.
And Erinsborough’s always a dangerous place!
A car with a ‘brake fail,’ a well shooting or two.
A well to get trapped down – it could happen to you!
A fall from a building, a fire or a drowning.
I wouldn’t get smug as that champagne you’re downing.
For Susan is tough and not naive or dumb.
And the viewers all know that she smothered her mum!

© Carol Ann Wood
February 2018


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Don’t Go Near The Hot Tub, Clive

Clive, we love your friendly smile,
We love your charming ways.
We love that you and Sheila
Might be set for happy days.
But Can I have a gentle word,
Or love may soon be gone.
Think carefully before you put
Your Budgie Smugglers on.

Don’t go near the hot tub, Clive,
Or things will end in tears.
That hot tub’s been a hot bed
Of disasters down the years.
Illicit frolics, blushes,
And a naked Karl and Suze.
(I’m sure you wouldn’t want
That image fixed, if you could choose!)

So don’t go near the hot tub, Clive,
Stay clear of it, my friend.
Cos it was where the ghastly Hamish
Met a watery end.
Woo Sheila in a restaurant,
Or in a gallery.
Surprise her with a picnic lunch,
Down by the lake, maybe.

Buy flowers from Sonya’s nursery,
She’ll gambol like a lamb.
Propose, perhaps,
(But maybe this time not with child in pram!)
They say that Dipi’s cleansed the tub
With her clever healing skills.
But we, the viewers do not trust
That she’s rid the tub of ills.

If you should find that the lure is strong,
And you’re tempted down that path,
Get sensual oils from the Flame Tree’s stock,
And run a nice hot bath!

© Carol Ann Wood
February 2018


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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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