Aussie Life Poem by Satan's Sibling

The Sydney opera house,
Coldies, prawns and snags.
It's all life is in Australia,
Even with the many plastic bags.
There's all these Mozzies biting,
And then there's the damn bull ants.
But Australian life is tops,
Just thongs and shorts, not pants.
I live in outback australia,
Where the snakes and spiders bite.
Yet nothing is as dangerous,
As the hot and muggy night.
Falling over Victors,
And running into your ute.
In the clear and pitch black darkness,
Nothing is ever that Beaut.
So welcome all to Australia,
Where we have many ways to die.
But the most likely way to go out,
Is, when under the sun, you fry.