Shenanigans
I went strolling
through the outback one day,
I walked up to the kangaroo
and kicked him in the leg.
The kookaburra that kept
laughing at me,
I tied his feet together
and hung him from the eucalyptus tree.
You can call me a nutter
call me what you will,
I have a few shenanigans
left to do still.
That dang dingo
that always followed me,
I kicked him in the crotch
left him on his knees.
The kangaroo I was
never going to be friends with again,
I caught up to him too
and clubbed him over the head with a boomerang.
I still haven't found
the outhouse in the bush,
I still gotta go poop
and me knickers are still stuck in me tush.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2004
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