ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

LOST IT

A Friday night out in the big smoke
was the bushmans monthly treat.
He'd drunk himself a skinfull
and looked unsteady on his feet.

He made his way ungainly
and he almost came to grief
as he staggered to the gents room
and sought well earned relief.

A thump he heard as there he stood
and shook the last drops free.
He gazed forlornly at the trough
a bright pink blob to see.

Ah gees I've shook the end off
assaulted his befuddled brain.
He quickly grabbed the object
before it made it down the drain.

He wrapped it in a paper towel
and tore out of the loo.
Off to the doctors then he ran
only a block or two.

The nurse was most insistent
all the info was required.
Before he got to see the doc
and was allowed inside.

He produced the part in question
and his story did relate.
Could they sew the end back on again
or was he way too late.

The nurse gazed down in disbelief
then her demeanour seemed to mellow.
For this was not a body part
but a soggy pink marshmallow.

"How can it be" he then announced
as he held back a bleary tear
I ate the damm marshmallow
on my way down here.

BOB PACEY ( C )

Put me off marshmallows for life

Typo here

and sort well earned relief. Should be sought

Thanks Maureen easy to miss them sometimes.

Never liked marshmallows at all like them less now after I heard the story.


Cheers Bob

I used to like marshmellows. Way too much information Bobo!

Heather

Was not looking for this but it came up in a search so I think it deserves a rerun.


Bob

No more marshmallows for me! Thanks for the laugh Bob

Good one Bob. Very funny, but I hope sometime today I'll lose the image your third verse conjured up.
Wazza

That's the end of Marshmallows in my Hot Chocolate