Grandad
 

A Aussie Tearjerker Put To Verse.

Poor old Gran'dads passed away, cut off in his prime,
He never had a day off crook, gone before is time.
We found him in the dunny, collasped there on the seat,
A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet.
The docter said his heart was good, fit as any trout,
The constable had to 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 story, but it could explain his death."
"This 'ere mob had been lookin' at our soil,"
"And they reckoned that our farm, was just the place for oil."
So they come and put a bore down, and said they'd do 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, it looked a proper sight,
But i didn't dream that Grandad, would pass away that night.
Now i reckoned what happened, poor Grandad didn't know,
The dunny was relocated, that night he had to go.
And you'll probably be wondering how poor Grandad did his dash?
Well, he always used to hold his breath........
Until he heard the splash.