I got this poem about a dunny today which isn’t really a joke as such but it is pretty funny and so I’m posting in this weeks Friday Funnies as a dunny joke.
What a bloody rippa!
They were funny looking buildings, that were once a way of life,
If you couldn’t sprint the distance, then you really were in strife.
They were nailed, they were wired, but were mostly falling down,
There was one in every yard, in every house, in every town.
They were given many names, some were even funny,
But to most of us, we knew them as the outhouse or the dunny.
I’ve seen some of them all gussied up, with painted doors and all,
But it really made no difference, they were just a port of call.
Now my old man would take a bet, he’d lay an even pound,
That you wouldn’t make the dunny with them turkeys hangin’ round.
They had so many uses, these buildings out the back,”
You could even hide from mother so you wouldn’t get the strap.
That’s why we had good cricketers, never mind the bumps,
We used the pathway for the wicket and the dunny door for stumps.
Now my old man would sit for hours, He read the daily back to front in that good old thunderbox.
And if by chance that nature called sometimes through the night,
You always sent the dog in first, for there was no flamin’ light.
And the dunny seemed to be the place where crawlies liked to hide,
But never ever showed themselves until you sat inside.
There was no such thing as Sorbent, no tissues there at all,
Just squares of well read newspaper, a-hangin’ on the wall.
If you had some friendly neighbours, as neighbours sometimes are,
You could sit and chat with them if you left the door ajar.
When suddenly you got the urge, and down the track you fled,
Then, of course, the Magpies were there to peck you on your head.
Then the time there was a wet, the rain it never stopped,
If you had an urgent call, you ran between the drops.
The dunny man came once a week, to these buildings out the back,
And he would leave an extra can if you left for him a zac.
For those of you who’ve no idea what I mean by a zac,
Then you’re too young to have ever had, a dunny out the back.
Luckily for us, those dunnies are pretty will a thing of the past. While they were a necessity some of them came with problems. The following joke shows one such dilemma.
Ma was in the kitchen fiddling around when she hollers out, “Pa! You need to go out and fix the dunny!”
Pa replies, “There ain’t nuthin wrong with the dunny.”
Ma yells back, “Yes there is, now git out there and fix it.”
So Pa mosies out to the dunny, looks around and yells back, “Ma! There ain’t nuthin wrong with the dunny!”
“Ma replies, “Stick yur head in the hole!”
Pa yells back, “I ain’t stickin my head in that hole!
“Ma says, “Ya have to stick yur head in the hole to see what to fix.”
So with that, Pa sticks his head in the hole, looks around and yells back, “Ma! There ain’t nuthin wrong with this dunny!”
Ma hollers back, “Now take your head out of the hole!”
Pa proceeds to pull his head out of the hole, then starts yelling, “Ma! Help! My beard is stuck in the cracks in the toilet seat!”
To which Ma replies,”Hurts, don’t it?!”
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