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It was a bright and sunny morn',

And I was up a long way after dawn,

For the night before it had a plus and minus,

By the rouge and heater it was to find us.



And as I dragged one foot behind the other,

Towards the back door for I was just out of covers,

To relieve the strain of a warm but cold night,

As I peered through the blue and beheld a strange sight.



It was an unusual vision in this corporate whorl,

Of something for a ten they would behold.

Two fives, I mean to wipe thier arse,

But sorry, I claim, for it has little class.



Yet back to my story of the first squeeze of the cherry,

As the first release of the day can be quite ready,

To leave without asking while still on the stead,

Perhaps why my partner is early out of bed.



Well, the throne of white, which rests at night,

Because the water shortage asks the right;

Even if neighbours squirm and are quietly scremin',

As I water the plums and lemon.



Yes, the throne of white, which sits quite staid,

Was seen to be holding in its bluish inlay,

A coin not ever seen before,

Stunned I quietly avoided the floor.



But, Alas it was not of a wondrous result,

For my glee was ground to a halt,

I'd exclaimed , " Honey, there's money in the dunny!"

The golden goose said, "That's not funny!"



So now I sit on the porcelain bus,

And keep crapping to see us enough,

Of the sh.t that people crave,

And the suff that keeps me sane.