pudge was loud and mick was cranky

in the midst of the heat and seriously swilling

what are they building this mystery road for?

it's a smooth approach to a nuclear waste store!

nah it's a cake more concerned with illegal rank war

so freedom scours more deserts with a morsel of the willing

neither approves of either purpose

pudgie's due in mudgee

and mick heads off to surfers

skinny mick fueled in coolangatta

while pudge still queued in wangaratta

they managed to conflate each others' chatter

and eyebrows raise at coolangatta

where they vouchsafed the road was for the latter

convenient how currency quiets clatter

mick piped up but iraq's in tatters!

the lesser of the evils might be nuclear schmatters!

as pudge tied his tarp at wangaratta

a sixty foot nuke drew in to have a natter

do you know the way to woomerakanker?

my rig's converted from a petrol tanker

there are many like this will be passing through

all dressed like me in a yellow suit too

pudge thought long and scratched a chin

at last he knew why the road was put in

got on the hooter and breaker breaker

come in mick we got a yellow caker

mick to pudgie loud and clear

don't ya worry bout that!

is still a habit up here

as yellow pat pulled out from wangaratt

pudge stuck out his head and he yelled to pat

hey yellow let em know in woomerakank

I take a size 24 ! and can borrow a tank

mick held the floor in coolangatta

probing the probity of either matter

I've just heard a rumour from wangaratta

the purpose of the road ....is nuclear schmatter

then logistics called up and mick's speech was cut

we need a thousand barracks at woomerakankie but!

can you start to cart a part

of the freight at eight

yep! said mick

but more tempered phoned his mate

I've got two tips for an outback meetin

but the dividends are as short as life is fleetin

copyright 2004 bob tatnell

australia's most skinnypudge poet