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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lake Eliza Out by poor old Lake Elisa lived a moody ancient miser. Who bemoaned his fate throughout the livelong day. lived further west than Isa out where the heat and flies are. So he plotted as he moaned "I'll find a way?". Oh this fellow loved a lady one Cherolyn O'Grady, so besotted while he sauntered from insanity to mad. For it seems she was his sister Joe O'Grady never kissed her, She'd run off to Coolgardie selling favours to the sad. Oh it seems his mind could wander, through the desert just out yonder. It got sunstruck when his hat it blew away. In his youth there'd been a Rhonda. Who'd enticed him made him fonder. But the tribe had gone on walkabout the next day . Though really none the wiser, he set out from the Isa, Went to Brisbane met a shiela sweet and gay. It was down in the Valley, she had whiskers this O'Malley, blue round the jowls, Joe loved her anyway. She took him home to her place into the bedroom they raced, Joe's mouth it opened slackjawed in suprise . For it seems she wasn't dinkum through the haze of grog he's drinking. Saw parts of her to trade for many lies. This city woman strange wanted money had no change, Took his fifty as she pushed him out the door . Hooked like a dog to mange, could a wedding he arrange? But she dumped him anyhow cos Joe was poor. So back to Lake Elisa went this sodden whinging miser. Drowning sorrows O.P. rum, drinking bottles by the score, Just a little sad but wiser, now he'd never leave Elisa. So he drank himself to death there by her shore...by Don Johnson
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