The Dirty Dingo
*Warning High Fiber Content*
There is a place in the outback up high on a hill,
a little brown shack, where the Dingo gets his fill.
It’s a place for the locals who eat bratwurst and beans,
a favorite spot for the Dingo which nobody cleans.
The view is breathtaking and so is the smell,
he goes there every night and thinks no one can tell.
He hides in the shadows of the little brown shack,
at a quarter to twelve, he goes in for a snack.
During the day he also goes there to think,
he puts on perfume but he can’t hide the stink.
There is one thing for certain, he is not hard to find,
he’ll be sitting on the biffy, just clearing his mind.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2023
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