by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

See the big red Roo or Eastern Grey

That comes to visit you each Day

Advertise this, Have parties to stay,

Best of all just let them pay

Tea and sticky buns out on your lawn,

You could forget the day your born

Just the job when you retire,

To this end you could aspire

Sod the job and all the ashing

Open the yard and get the cash in.

No more fishing, no more trailer

Rig of the day and a big loud hailer

If at this though you’re rather miffed

Just grab your snap and get on shift.


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