Francis H
Francis H.
Down in old Jimboomba is me old mate Francis H
And he wants to go to the Uni, just to hang around the place,
So I said just get a backhoe to dig a bloody trench,
And swing a door above it, for easy access, it is meant,
Of course he’d have to get me word,
To plant him in the ground,
A hole would sure be handy, planted quietly down,
Or would I steal the body, yes slightly absurd,
from the uni freezer, when I’ve found,
to get him so interred.
will I be done like Burke n Hare,
for bloody body stealing
he wants to be a buried on his acres,
over the Maclean bridge with some wheeling,
jerk open trap door and you are there ,
a few words said with feeling….
Dunno perhaps I might?
Dark side is so revealing.
Don Johnson
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