The Fatal Waterfall

AA Anderson

Bathurst, New South Wales

Australia

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Picture It Competition Entry – Picture B

What a sight it was for one to behold
How in mud the delivery truck had rolled,
And casks of gin and old Jim Beam
Had rolled down into the mountain stream
And oblivious to the drivers frantic call
It wended its way to the waterfall.

Now the ladies from the churches guild
Didn’t know the alcohol had been spilled
And as it was their picnic day
Camped near the waterfall not far away,
They filled their jug from the tranquil pool
And thought the waters taste real cool
’Twas odd tasting water they all agreed
But found it had just what they’d need
And feeling high but with memory dim
All stripped off to take a swim.

Now the Bishop cycling by to Mass
Spied the women’s clothes and cried ‘Alas!’
‘What’s been going on here, is there a crime?
Or what’s been coming off, it would seem this time’
And when he went to look, the silly fool
Saw the women naked in the pool
And it seemed to be, this was not all
They were prancing full starkers in the waterfall.

When found next morning the news was grim
They found a heart attack had done him in
It seemed he’d really lost the plot
He was found stone dead in the picnic spot.
But when they laid him out in the funeral place
They couldn’t wipe the huge grin from his face
And something that doesn’t happen often
They couldn’t get the damn lid on the coffin.

So take heed and when you hear the call
Of maidens prancing in a waterfall
For heaven’s sake, DONT STOP!

Bio: AA Anderson tells us that this piece is definitely a fictional romp that is not to be taken seriously, just enjoyed.