T Lane's Game
No choice babe you stand and fight,
or run with tail tucked in out of sight,
stand up, a straight left might,
like ole Clint Eastwood duck the right!
Sounds very much like us Aussies, mate:)
the popes on holliday, not irate,
beware of roo's in trousers,
watch them back legs wowsers...
disemboweling fate?
staggering through the donga,
by the shore of linger longer,
old emu looked up with sweet surprise,
bare ass Aussies, burnt so rare,
with language blue the air,
were a swinging from a gum tree swatting flys :)
Sue married the guy,
but we'll fix his little wagon,
Kangaroo in the outhouse,
7 foot tall in the shaggnwagon,
electric fence hooked up to the toilet,
no more spray there today,
a tickle for the wizzer tune, you bet,
he'll think his name is Alice, May.
31-aug-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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