The Demise of a Snake
On the farm as a boy , fifty metres from the house
we had an antiquated dunny
Hard to make the distance when
bowel movements were rather runny
Construction of this dunny consisted,
of a big hole in the ground
It would sometimes fill with water
if there was lots of rain around
Another individuality, the building was quite broad
a big and little hole was a feature of the seat
So a parent and a child could sit beside each other
to carry out, a necessary, ablution feat
,
My brother and I, we both abhorred washing dishes , particularly at night
and even though we were both scared of the dark
It was preferable to invent an urge go down that long hill,
to that distant outdoor dunny, just sit!! Oh what a lark
One day, in desperation, I ran down the hill
to do what I urgently needed to do
And there outside that dunny, was a red bellied black snake
startled, slithered off, under the building to slip into the poo
Now at night when it became wash up time
my brother and I would compete, to fulfill ,
that once abhorred chore, it, no longer made us glum
Now too scared to escape fifty metres down the hill,
fearing the imprisoned snake might bite us on the bum
For many weeks we may be busting
to visit that toilet at night
But still we only went there, when it was full daylight
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