THE DUNNY RUN
Bush Poetry by Verna McKenzie
Drive 200 metres to the nearest dunny?
Well, some might think that’s kind of funny!
But chaps of decorum and a sense of pride,
Think nothing of it and are glad of the ride.
While others, like me, aren’t so fussy you see,
We dig in the sand for a poo and a wee!
It’s therapeutic under a sighing She Oak tree,
Quietly communing with nature, quite naturally.
But perhaps when I can’t find a loo with a view,
I’ll hitch a ride with the Boys to the Public one too !!
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