GOODBYE GRANDDAD - AN AUSSIE POEM

[OubaasDik]

Goo'bye Gran'Dad!

Only Australians can write poetry, and relate to
Australian icons!

If you have a good memory, lived on a farm or ever went
camping,
You will know what's meant, when you read this Classic
Aussie Poem.


Poor old Gran'Dad'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 had ta have his say, 'foul play' was not
ruled out.
There were theories at the inquest of snakebite with no
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 'ere 'exploration mob' had been lookin' 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 - and never be 'caught
short'.

The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn't dream poor Gran'Dad would pass away that
night!
Now I reckon what has happened - poor Gran'Dad didn't
know
The dunny was re-located, when that night he had to go.

And you'll probably be wondering how poor Gran'Dad did
his dash?
Well, he always used to hold his breath........
Until he heard the splash!!