9 Toes
9toes
The bloody 9toes needed boots,
Cos he had just nine toes,
Big toe in the back wheel had slipped,
Push bike has caused his woes,
got him for carnal knowledge, Merle,
But all he dug was dirt,
Riding the ten bob, dollar, Shirl,
Poor will got bruised an hurt,
Later on he went way north,
To get another lady,
The bridge crossed was fifty feet below,
Got airborne flying maybe,
Cunnamulla fella, buried him,
The local ladies wept,
Nine toes had now crossed the styx,
And Charon was perplexed …
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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