Herbert Nehrlich - Dunny Talk

The dunny was her favourite place,
she lived there, ugly was her face.
You see they sprinkle her, to wit
ontop of what the Yanks call sh**t.
You know that once you slash and burn,
put the remains into an urn,
or use it in the Dunny then
the stuff is envious of men.

Herbert Nehrlich

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