Poor Grandad

by Baldy Sat Apr 10, 2010 10:19 am

Goodbye
Granddad

Poor old Granddad's
passed away, cut off in his
prime,

He never had a day off crook
- gone before his time,

We found
him in the dunny, collapsed there on the
seat,

A startled look upon his
face, his trousers around
his feet,

The doctor said
his heart was good - fit as any
trout,

The Constable he had his
say, 'foul play' was not
ruled out.

There were
theories at the inquest of snakebite
without trace,
Of redbacks
quietly creeping and death from outer
space,

No-one had a clue at all -
the judge was in some doubt,

When
Dad was called to have his say as to how it
came about,

'I reckon I
can clear it up,' said Dad with
trembling breath,

'You see
it's quite a story - but it could explain
his death.'

'This here
exploration mob had been looking at our
soil,

And they reckoned that our
farm was just the place
for oil,

So they came and
put a bore down and said they'd
make some trials,

They
drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said
about three miles.

Well,
they never found a trace of oil and off they
went, post haste,

And I
couldn't see a hole like that go to flamin'
waste,

So I moved the dunny over it
- real smart move
I thought,

I'd never have
to dig again - I'd never be
'caught short'.

The day I
moved the dunny, it looked a proper
sight,

But I didn't dream poor
Granddad would pass away
that night,

Now I reckon
what has happened - poor Granddad
didn't know,

The dunny was
re-located when that night he had to
go.

And you'll probably be
wondering how poor Granddad did his
dash--

Well, he always used
to hold his breath

Until he heard
the
splash!!

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by **lez** Sat Apr 10, 2010 12:33 pm

Ha ha ha that's great!!!!!! [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

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