The Barman Chucks a Wobbly
This pom, a lair, he wants a stubby.
Gives the Australian salute
But pervs, wearing just togs, a lippy.
(The mappa Tassie showed right through it.)
She sees a doodle who’s got heaps,
Gives him a pash. Says, “Waggin school?”
“There goes a queer to root,” I quips.
“Now say, come off the grass, you dill.”
But amber fluid or no, a joey
Can't get a curtsey from the dog.
It's all just piss and vinegar
For weeks on end. I'm still agog.
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