No Swimming

The Murray can be dangerous, as the locals have worked out. There has been some drowning's plus a few close shaves about. Some blame grog; some foolishness, and a few don't seem to know, but most folks that live along it, reckon it's the undertow. Teddy Miller often reckons, here is where he found God, by cleaning up the stream of carp, and often dining on the cod. He fishes where most fishermen don’t rate his spot a mention, but it’s perfect for this old bloke, now that he's on the pension. You see it’s beside the highway, and a perfect picnic spot, where the water looks inviting, when the weathers fairly hot. It’s on these days that Teddy hangs, his coat across a fading sign, and then he waits for victims, to come near his fishing line. A car drove in, parked on the bank this sun drenched afternoon. A shapely girl walked to the edge, and Ted could see that soon, he’d be watching her peel off her clothes right down to her bikini. So when she stepped into the water, Ted's eyes were going goggly. "Oye!" He yelled, "What are you doin? You can't go in swimming here!" The young lass turned her head around and questioned Teddy’s fear. "Look" Ted said, "This notice says, as he removed his coat, “There is danger of an undertow, so I think you should take note”. The young lady read the notice, and then she thanked old Ted, but after picking up her clothes, she turned around and said "You waited ‘til my clothes were off!" A terse voice now expressing. "Yeah, well,” grinned Ted “The sign don't say nothin' 'bout undressing".