Friday Funny
Goodbye Granddad
Poor old Granddad's passed away, cut off in his
prime,
He never had a day off crook - gone before his time,
We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the
seat,
A startled look upon his face, his trousers around
his feet,
The doctor said his heart was good - fit as any
trout,
The Constable he had his say, 'foul play' was not
ruled out.
There were theories at the inquest of snakebite
without a 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 a story - but it could explain
his death.'
'This here exploration mob had been looking at our
soil,
And they reckoned that our farm was just the place
for oil,
So they came and put a bore down and said they'd
make 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 - real smart move I
thought,
I'd never have to dig again - I'd never be 'caught
short'.
The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,
But I didn't dream poor Granddad would pass away
that night,
Now I reckon what has happened - poor Granddad
didn't know,
The dunny was re-located when that night he had to
go.
And you'll probably be wondering how poor Granddad
did his dash--
Well, he always used to hold his breath
Until he heard the splash!!