Not The Opera HouseA Poem by Keith
An iconic
Aussie structure,
Sydney's
Opera House its not.
Not a
pleasant place to visit
When you
need to plonk your dot.
The
construction very basic
It really is
quite humble.
Instead of
music harmony
A growling
tummy rumble.
We tend to
call it many names
And some of
them are funny.
There's the
one that rhymes with Smit House
And thunderbox and dunny.
They're
quite a distance from the house
Maybe too
far, you might think.
But in that
searing summer heat
Bloody hell,
they really stink!
Pre-flight checks are essential
Every
seasoned pilot knows.
But there is
a need to hurry,
Coz it’s
really on the nose.
Is paper
hanging on the wall?
Strung up on old fence wire.
To find its gone a bit too late,
Then your
situation dire.
Are Tiger
snakes down in that hole?
Maybe fallen
in the pit.
They could be
lurking in the dark
Slithering amongst the grit.
The final
check is to be sure,
No nasty
red back spiders.
They'll
sneak into a timber split,
They’re
clever little hiders.
You need to
look around the seat
And
underneath the lip.
The greatest
dread of country lads
A Red Back
spider nip.
There's a
long time Aussie custom
It’s burned
into our soul.
In dunny
paper you squish 'em
And drop
them down the hole.
Dreadful
suffering from their bites
Swelling
quite incredible.
The horror
stories in my mind,
Images
indelible.
Some bloke
was bitten on the smalls,
They said
his name was Sparrow.
To get
around he had to wheel,
His tackle
in a barrow.
One dunny in
particular,
It was way
worse than the rest.
Even
hardened Aussie bushmen
Would
struggle to pass it's test.
On a
thousand acre sheep farm,
A way from the shearer's huts.
Deliberately
uncomfortable
For those
shearers ugly butts.
With its
seat on quite an angle
The builder
a total dope,
As for
getting comfortable,
You just had
no bloody hope.
Two holes
were cut In that bench seat
Its a tandem
ride no less.
No way that
I could share that place
Surely built
to cause distress.
At the end
the soiled paper,
Never went
where it was meant.
It flew up
through the other hole
It was much
to my torment.
Driven by
the whimsical breeze
It danced
all about my face
We won't
discuss what happened next
That awful
place a big disgrace.
This
building made in tougher times
For a
tougher breed of men.
If this was
life in olden days
Well I'm
glad I missed it then
© 2013 KeithAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on June 19, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 Tags: Dunny, Toilet, Outback Red Back, Snake AuthorKeithGippsland, Victoria, AustraliaAboutI grew up on a diet of Australian bush poetry. Now a business consultant, I spend far too much time on aeroplanes and in hotels, I use this time to write. I like to tell stories and have fun. If y.. more..Writing
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