Sore Lips

It happened back in Cammoweal in nineteen fifty three,
When having a beer in the bottom pub, was the little town's G.P.
There were some stockmen 'tailing' cattle, along the river bank,
Each took his turn when thirsty and went to the pub and drank.

Now, one stockman rode down to the pub, a burning thirst was his.
He tied up his horse, lifted its tail and under it, planted a kiss!!!
Now, the doctor had seen some strange things in that land of sweat and sin,
But what he saw the stockman do, well it fairly took him in.

"Now why'd ya do that?" the doctor inquired, he was ever alert for fresh tips.
The stockman turned 'round with a larrikins grin and said with a drawl, "Sore lips!!"
"That cures 'em?" the doctor said, amazed, his professional interest was quicken'n
The stockman just laughed, "No Doc", he said, 'That's only to stop me from licken em!!"

Copyright; Tony Parry