Pickles N Moogah
Pickles Graham heard the woosh,
Amber liquid showered his moosch (face)
Startled by the sudden shower,
Aromatic pizzle power,
An Mooga Wilson going crook,
"What are you doing there Pickles,
At this time and hour?"
Empty piddle pot empowered,
Stop moaning theres no grounds ,
for a sook,
And now you've had your early shower,
A bath is all you took,
A sweeter smelling little flower,
So bugger off ole chook...
Don johnson
SEEMS Pickles was on dawn patrol in Dirranbandi
early in 1942, the Japanese were coming???
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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