Dutson Downs

by Ron Nicholas

The people of Traralgon
And most of Morwell too
Will all so quickly tell you
How sweetly smells their poo

But I can surely tell you
It’s definitely not true
That they can talk so freely
About no odour to their poo

For if you live in Loch Sport
Or come down for the view
The drive down, it’s so lovely
But then, the smell “Oh Phew!’

It hits you like a hammer
The rubber tree’s in view
‘Quick, wind up all the windows’
Too late, “Oh hell, oh phew’

But now you’re right in trouble
As you climb up the next hill
The smell seems fixed inside the car
It makes you feel quite ill

I’ve got a strong ambition
Some pipes, a pump or two
Then pump it all right back at them
And hear them wail, ‘Oh phew!’