Harry, a man of renown,
On Thursdays loves sitting down,
To discuss odds and ends
With old chalkie friends,
In cafes across Hobart town
So keen to be with his mates,
And disliking to be late,
He pulled on his pants
As if in a trance,
And didn’t observe their state.
The rent near his bum, observed by some
Was pointed out by his mates in fun.
A build up of gas,
From the gentleman’s ass,
\Was the hypothesis drawn by one!