Two Australian icons fell silent this year.
The first not so traumatic for me, as I preferred Ford instead of Holden.
But when I heard of the passing of Mark Colvin,
I did shed a tear.
The remorseful day also arrived for the typewriter driver
of the last bus to Woodstock.
Each and every mystery in-between required a clever Endeavour to decipher,
For me, I favoured him to Sherlock.
Brothers George and Malcolm also succumb,
They formed much of my soundtrack back when I was Young.
Included in any form of Valedictory,
It must be noted they were like two different forms of electrickery,
George ensured Love was in the Air for many discoing socialite,
whereas Malcom riffed like Dynamite!
Pollies, like Abbott & Costello,
he could satirically sauté them all.
But alas, like Morecambe & Wise,
Cheech & Chong,
With John gone,
Clarke and Dawe
will be no more...