THE POETRY OF THE DUNNY

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Having posted some toilet humour yesterday, we may as well keep the theme going with some poetry . . .

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A hand-stitched sign in the HI Charlottetown Backpackers Inn washroom:

It reads

TO ALL VISITORS:

You who sit upon this seat,

Complete your business then retreat.

If you find that you must read,

do it please with utmost speed.

Even when you’re in a rush,

remember that it’s nice to flush.

Each urgent knock upon the door

Means hurry with your simple chore.

We know you’ve got a lot to do,

but please remember…

WE DO TOO!!

– The Management

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And of course the following, posted in Bytes in 2019, about bthe style of toilet known as the long drop . . .

Poor ‘Ol Grandad

- Grahame Watt

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 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 to look 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.

But I couldn’t see a hole like that go to flamin’ waste,

So I moved the dunny over it – a 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!!