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THE STAND AT STINKYBARK CREEK

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THE STAND AT STINKYBARK CREEK

The Stinkies were a bikie gang, who rode throughout the west, 
intent on gaining fame through fear, as that's what they did best. 
They stole school children's lunches and they pinched young babes in arms 
and forced old ladies 'cross the road ... just some of their cute charms. 
 
The gang pinched squad car’s hub caps just to taunt the local cops  
and played their hard rock music discs outside most business shops.  
Most auctioneers at cattle sales were tired of their false bids, 
but worst of all they sold red drinks to hyperactive kids. 
 
Then finally detectives came to track the Stinkies down, 
converging on their fav'rite haunt outside a small bush town.   
Beside the creek at Stinkybark stood Poddy Jones' pub 
and when the four booked in the place they got a royal snub. 
 
The Stinkies heard they lay in wait and planned on getting square, 
but as they crept up to the place just two coppers were there. 
Seems Konaday and Hanlon were out combing bush outside, 
while Donican and Stackonmire were both preoccupied. 
 
Determined now to take them on the Stinkies rode on in, 
their Harleys spewing out black smoke and making quite a din. 
Detective Donican jumped up and hid behind the bar, 
as Red the bikie leader sprayed graffiti on their car. 
 
Both Konaday and Hanlon then returned upon the scene, 
but Stackonmire exclaimed out loud, "The Stinkies ... and they're mean!" 
Then in a flash young Hanlon backed up to the leader's bike 
and just like dominoes they fell ... while Hanlon yelled, "A strike!" 
 
CONTINUED


 

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