I can hear it, Andrew; even if I don't understand it all <g>. Great
fun.
Doug
On 27-Sep-06, at 6:05 AM, andrew burke wrote:
> Don't come the raw prawn with me!
> I yelled at him.
> He was gobsmacked, so I
> hightailed it out of there,
> grinning like a shot fox.
> Bloody galah, I mumbled to meself,
> he doesn't half get up me freckle.
> Still, I felt bad for coming across
> as cross as a frog in a sock,
> but fair dinkum I reckon
> he had a couple of roos
> loose in the top paddock.
> I stumbled into home
> only to find the missus
> had dropped her trackie daks
> and was flashing
> a mappa Tassie.
> Strewth, the old fella
> thought he was a joey
> and there was
> his mother's pouch.
> Sheilas act a little daft
> if you don't
> hide the snagger
> on demand, but truth is
> I could've done
> with a sanger instead.
> Honour bound, I got to
> slinging me weight
> in the right direction
> like any good wombat,
> then threw on
> the ol' feed bag
> and forgot
> the stupid bastard
> ever existed.
>
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
>
>
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