NSW Nordic Ski Club
The Wild Dog's Lament
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Do I have a favorite? Yes, l do, It's warrigal, dingo, wild dog poo. I admit I admire that chap, There's such diversity in his crap. I have seen what dogs, can do, Doggy droppings, doggy poo. Some of it is glistening white. Like a beacon in the night. Once upon the Grey Mare track, A turd I saw, it took me back. A wild dog defecated there, But where's the bones, the fur, the hair? Upon echidna he had dined, Anteater, porcupine, I don't mind. And that dog to get his fill, Had eaten every bloomin' quill. That dog turd it fairly bristled, In passing it he surely whistled. Each spine each quill, it did protrude, Don't get me wrong, I'm not being rude. That dog was cast-iron intestined, He'd passed them all non-aligned. Many an anus would be mangled, To pass them all right-angled. I know you've all been saying, "s'truth, So I'll finish with the truth. Perhaps you laughed at dirty bits, But in the main you've had the shits. So if one night at Pretty Plain, You hear a howl, it sound's like pain, You'll all know the reason now, It's a wild dog saying, "O-o-o-o-WWWW!.
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