Bogong 2009 poem, written by our visitors the injured Kirra and three mates.
This goes out to the Koreans!
I was at this Cleve Cole pad,
Hanging out with 5 strapping lads
They’re from the Bogong club
It may as well be a pub...
They like to fart a lot
That’s why its so dam hot
It smells a bit like gas
Does that make me sphinctermonoius?
Where do you start
When you hear a great big fart
It could be Bugal with his curse
He could trumpet any verse
Or VC Clydesdale
He’s sure to leave the hut smelling stale
If Dutchee lets one go
Youre surly gonna know
Or Pit-eman Grossen farten
The smell worsens by the carton
Finally there’s bluestone
Your’e not gonna miss his smelly tone
Now for those in the Arena
I’m sure you can’t wait for the air to be cleaner
But we sure couldn’t ask for a better group of men
To spend time in this pimpin den