[BITList] TRULY AN AUSTRALIAN POEM

[John Feltham]

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Begin forwarded message:
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>> What a bloody rippa!
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>>  They were funny looking buildings, that were once a way of life,
>> If you couldn't sprint the distance, then you really were in strife. 
>> They were nailed, they were wired, but were mostly falling down,
>> There was one in every back yard, outside every house, in town. 
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>> They were given many names, some were even funny,
>> But to most of us, we knew them as the outhouse 
>> or the dunny. 
>> I've seen some of them all gussied up, with painted doors and all, 
>> But it really made no difference, they were just a port of call. 
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>> Now my old man would take a bet, he'd lay an even pound, 
>> That you wouldn't make the dunny with them turkeys hangin' round. 
>> They had so many uses, these buildings out the back," 
>> You could even hide from mother, so you wouldn't get the strap. 
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>> That's why we had good cricketers, never mind the bumps, 
>> We used the pathway for the wicket and the dunny door for stumps. 
>> Now my old man would sit for hours, the smell would rot your socks, 
>> He read the daily back to front in that good old thunderbox. 
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>> And if by chance that nature called sometime through the night, 
>> You always sent the dog in first, for there was no flamin' light. 
>> And the dunny seemed to be the place where crawlies liked to hide, 
>> But never ever showed themselves until you sat inside.
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>> There was no such thing as Sorbent, no tissues there at all, 
>> Just squares of well-read newspaper, a hangin' on a nail 
>> on the dunny wall. 
>> If you had some friendly neighbours, as neighbours sometimes are, 
>> You could sit and chat to them, if you left the door ajar..
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>> When suddenly you got the urge, and down the track you fled, 
>> Then of course the magpies were there to peck you on your head. 
>> Then the time there was a wet, the rain it never stopped, 
>> If you had an urgent call, you ran between the drops. 
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>> The dunny man came once a week, to these buildings out the back, 
>> And he would leave an extra can, if you left for him a Zac. 
>> For those of you who've no idea what I mean by a Zac, 
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>> Then you're too young to have ever had, 
>> a dunny out the back.   
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