ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

“I’d like to walk the dog?” I said to Mum, “Around the block.”
She looked up as she tenderised Dad’s meat.
She turned around and looked at me and said “I’m sorry love,
unfortunately Belle has come on heat.”

I asked my Mum “What’s that mean?” Cos it didn’t sound so good.
She said “Go ask your Dad, he’s in the shed.”
I went with Belle and took the lead and found Dad in the shed,
and told him word for word what Mum had said.

“Bring Belle to me.” he said, and tipped some petrol on a rag,
and wiped it all around the dog’s backside.
“Now put her on the lead, and only once around the block.”
he said the rules to which we must abide.

So off we went, then I returned, with Belle’s lead in my hand,
Dad asked “Hey kid, how come you’re on your own?”
“Well, she ran out of petrol about half-way ‘round the block,
but another dog is helping push her home.”

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what a bitch

just think how you would feel if you were out driving and you ran out of petrol wouldn't a push to the nearest service station be welcome

bill the old battler

Yair Bill . . . I reckon I flesh the plot out a bit their might be a Bronze Billy or a Blackened Swagman in this one for me

Ya reckon?

or maybe even a Dri-asabone it could be Beneful to you in the long run. Many would consider you Natures Gift

Loved it.

Sorry I don't get IT ?


Pushing a dog home how silly


Bob

beats the hell out of pulling it