Revised sonnet #1579A
Young dingo butts that tucker chilly bin
On my ute deck its cane toad creamed in kegs
I reminisce a lick of Laurens legs
So smooth and shapely lightly tanned and thin
I smoke a brown snakes striking moulted skin
Organic prophylactic trapped on pegs
I bide a billabongs cracked clay dry dregs
And shrill voiced kookaburras call on kin
On Lauren shall I foist fresh fawning notes
Electric fences seem all notes and staves
As cattle ruminate on cuds and oats
I perch on par and heat and wind wend waves
I crave cooked kangaroo meat medium rare
And Lauren laughing not a worldly care
Chorus rare little scarce