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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365656" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Al Cobdogla's Hearse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mood in the town of Warramine<br>Was grim, and getting worse, <br>For stuck on the town's old hump-back bridge<br>Was Al Cobdogla's hearse, <br>The brakes had failed and the motor quit<br>And the footplates wedged each side, <br>The springs had sprung, and the body hung<br>On Emily's final ride! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coffin lodged in the back was black, <br>As black as Emily's sin, <br>There wasn't a man in the great outback<br>That hadn't been out and in, <br>For Emily Gray was more than gay<br>In the old sense of the word, <br>She only charged a dollar a spin<br>Out there in the cattle yard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Emily was an outdoor girl<br>She couldn't abide inside, <br>She liked the sun on her naked legs<br>And a good bit more beside, <br>She'd run stark naked under the trees<br>When the wattle began to bloom, <br>And wives would lock their men in the bar<br>On a Saturday afternoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The blatant hussy, ' - ‘The brazen bitch! '<br>The women would often say, <br>The men would mutter and dropp their heads, <br>‘It's only Emily Gray! '<br>They found her lying without a stitch, <br>Or that's what somebody said, <br>And beat her bloody with candlesticks, <br>So now, poor Emily's dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lay in the coffin, wedged in tight, <br>As tight as the hearse on the bridge, <br>The men got worried and pulled her out<br>And stuck her in somebody's fridge! <br>‘She won't last long in the heat out here, <br>It's over a hundred today, '<br>It seemed that the women of Warramine<br>Were stuck with Emily Gray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pushed and heaved, pummelled and thrust<br>But nothing could budge that hearse, <br>The only bridge into Warramine<br>Was blocked, for better or worse, <br>The farmers couldn't get into the pub, <br>The townsfolk, locked in the town, <br>While Emily Gray, quite naked lay<br>With the men, all milling around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They built a fabulous highway bridge, <br>Four lanes, both in and out, <br>While Al Cobdogla's ancient hearse<br>Is part of the tourist route, <br>And Emily went to her final rest<br>To the cheers of the men, and cursed, <br>But Warramine boasts its ‘Emily Bridge'<br>Thanks to Cobdogla's hearse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Was grim, and getting worse, 
For stuck on the town's old hump-back bridge
Was Al Cobdogla's hearse, 
The brakes had failed and the motor quit
And the footplates wedged each side, 
The springs had sprung, and the ..."></div>
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