Sunday Funday Sharing an Aussie Poem Joke.

 

Aussie Poem

 The sun was hot already - it was only 8 o'clock
 The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
 He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and
 lambs,
 The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on
 the dams.

 He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank
 And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
 "Typical bloody sheep," he thought, "they've got no common
 sense,
 "They won't go through a gateway but they'll jump a bloody
 fence."

 The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt
 She'd stay there 'til she carked it if he didn't get her
 out.
 But when he reached the water's edge, the startled ewe
 broke free
 And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

 He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag
 her down
 If he didn't rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
 Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim
 He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

 He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots
 and socks
 And as he couldn't stand wet clothes, he also shed his
 jocks.
 He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam
 He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam

 The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip
 He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn't get a grip.
 At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his
 breath
 She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

 She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side
 He swore next time he caught that ewe he'd hang her bloody
 hide.
 Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt
 quite puffed
 He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly
 stuffed.

The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
 He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away
 He didn't really think he'd get fresh scones for morning tea
 But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

 He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view
For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
 And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch
 The farmer yelling wildly "Come back here, you lousy bitch!"

 The stock rep didn't hang around, he took off in his car
 The cocky's reputation has been damaged near and far
 So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check
 your flocks
 Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your
 jocks!


 The End


I do not know who wrote this funny Aussie poem however I think it is worth Sharing.

I hope you agree. If you do not understand any of it please ask me in the comments section to explain. The photo was taken using my Canon digital and I wonder what you will notice about our Ewe?