Inseperable I feels, an enigma if you will, Woolloomooloo the locale half way up the hill. <br />] <br />112 Palmer Street to be correct, Grand Ma’s place of liven’. <br />Down the back the dunny graced by choko vine, it was our place of respite, some say by God was given’. <br /> <br />Complete with daily news, albeit torn asunder, one went to meditate and move the world and empty old Gusunder. <br /> <br />Toilet humour is not my scene, but this is true grit my friends, the place to go was down the back, the Dunny relieved the bends. <br /> <br />All up and down the back lane the dunney stood at guard, chokos hid these pill boxes, this was their camouflage <br /> <br />Amazing how cool it was, great place to lose some time, I recon that it all comes down to the lush green choko vine. <br /> <br />I do a lot of movement, the XPT from Cas-sino to Wyong I am bound. You’ll find dunnys by the dozen, along the track there found. <br /> <br />OH how I wish sometimes to go back and use my Grand Ma’s dunny. The pain I feels on this train, at this time, is not so really funny. <br /> <br />Well this concludes my little yarn about the national source of humour, if people think the dunney’s over then folks that’s just a rumour <br /> <br />I’ve been to Boonoke, Bundamar and Woolloomooloo travllin’ all the time, and rymin’ gives me joy, but what goes with Woolloomooloo, except dunney and the choko vine, and the paper boy. <br /> <br />I’ve tried to keep you occupied it’s really time to go, I hope you enjoyed the time. <br /> <br />But folks don’t be mislead, history lives in all of us, there will always be a DUNNY AND A LUSH GREEN CHOKO VINE.<br /><br />John D. Farley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dunny-and-the-choko-vine/
