Dunny Talk Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Dunny Talk
The dunny was her favourite place,
she lived there, ugly was her face.
You see they sprinkle her, to wit
ontop of what the Yanks call sh**t.
You know that once you slash and burn,
put the remains into an urn,
or use it in the Dunny then
the stuff is envious of men.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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