February Free Fundies
There was movement at Tawny's station, for the word had passed around
That the colon needed flushing right away,
And no residue should remain - she's paying a pretty pound
So all the snacks that gathered should be rendered spray.
All the tried and noted gobbles from the tables near and far
Had mustered at the gullet overnight,
For our Tawny loves her tucker where others might not care
And the fridge stock screams the battle with delight.
There was Glassy, who made her pile of snacks plus drink to fill the cup,
And Mr G with his drum kit as quite as a bow;
But few could ride beside Tawny when her bowel prep was fairly up --
And would go wherever Undies and Ovaries could go.
So, Bridge, Queen of Bowel Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better woman ever cleaned the pans;
For never bowel could throw her while the Undie clan would stand,
She learnt to ride while battling her own pains.
And down by Tawny's fence line where the kangas gather raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight the fences set below a frosty sky,
And where around the fence line Techie sweeps and sways
To the barbed wire high top, and the rolling electric wire,
Our favourite mate known as Tawny is a household word today,
And the Undies tell the story of her wonderful bowel purge ride.
There was movement at Tawny's station, for the word had passed around
That the colon needed flushing right away,
And no residue should remain - she's paying a pretty pound
So all the snacks that gathered should be rendered spray.
All the tried and noted gobbles from the tables near and far
Had mustered at the gullet overnight,
For our Tawny loves her tucker where others might not care
And the fridge stock screams the battle with delight.
There was Glassy, who made her pile of snacks plus drink to fill the cup,
And Mr G with his drum kit as quite as a bow;
But few could ride beside Tawny when her bowel prep was fairly up --
And would go wherever Undies and Ovaries could go.
So, Bridge, Queen of Bowel Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better woman ever cleaned the pans;
For never bowel could throw her while the Undie clan would stand,
She learnt to ride while battling her own pains.
And down by Tawny's fence line where the kangas gather raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight the fences set below a frosty sky,
And where around the fence line Techie sweeps and sways
To the barbed wire high top, and the rolling electric wire,
Our favourite mate known as Tawny is a household word today,
And the Undies tell the story of her wonderful bowel purge ride.
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