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Kira's poem

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Bogong 2009 poem, written by our visitors the injured Kirra and three mates

I have written it out as written by them spelling mistakes included.

This goes out to the Koreans!

I was at this Cleve Cole pad,

Hanging out with 5 strapping lads


They’re from the Bogong club

It may as well be a pub


They like to fart a lot

That’s why its so dam hot


It smells a bit like gas

Does that make me sphinctermonoius?


Where do you start

When you hear a great big fart


It could be Bugal with his curse

He could trumpet any verse


Or VC Clydesdale

He’s sure to leave the hut smelling stale


If Dutchee lets one go

Youre surly gonna know


Or Pit-eman Grossen farten

The smell worsens by the carton


Finally there’s bluestone

Your’e not gonna miss his smelly tone


Now for those in the Arena

I’m sure you can’t wait for the air to be cleaner


But we sure couldn’t ask for a better group of men

To spend time in this pimpin den


August 2009


Kira being rescued