the Ogre of Broken Hill

In the foothills of the badlands, southwest of Broken Hill
lived an ugly hairy Ogre, he probably lives there still.

And in the early evening, or the middle of the morn
You’d find the bloody corpses with their throats all ripped and torn.

Some said he was an Ogre, others disagreed.
“He’s just a sicko bastard,” was all they would concede.

The police could never find him, nor the soldiers, nor the spies;
He was a cunning Ogre, a master of disguise.

His really nasty habit, the one that was the worst
Concerns a fluffy rabbit, but let me say this first:

The folk of far north Queensland, broad-minded though they were;
Could not accept the Ogre and his fluffy rabbit fur.

It wasn’t just the notion of love between the species
But also all the nasty things involving snot and faeces.

So in the end and to this day, in Queensland it is said
Watch out for hairy ogres, especially in bed.

Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.

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