G'Day Part 2 a Poem For Don

“We’ll need to get him good and drunk, So then we can have our way. As a Sheila he’ll go in the trunk, Then we’ll put him on display.” Sam had his sister’s evening gown, And a pair of high heeled shoes, A stunning rhinestone tiara crown, And a pocket book of Sue’s. We’ll need to find a place somewhere, Where we can trick him into drinkin’. Then we’ll strip him of his underwear, And teach him a thing fair dinkum. Just then my truck hit a rut, And the crate flew in the air. My left wheel lost a single nut But it only started with a pair. We drove on for a little way Until the axle snapped in two. We watched our cargo hop away What a lucky kangaroo. Under the truck I went just to get a peek, To see if we were even in the game. That’s when I spotted the petrol leak And the whole thing went up in flame. Sam pulled me out and stripped me bare, ‘Cause my clothes were all on fire. My **** was barbied medium rare By my smoldering attire. Sam wrapped his hand with his own shirt, Then he opened up the door. He bravely made a grab for the skirt, Because that’s what friends are for. We were lost out in the outback Stuck up the proverbial gum tree. The sun gave us a blistering attack, Because we were dressed like Aborigine.