In the north of South Australia in the Outback
Two geologists were driving on a dusty track
One was going west and one was going east
The track was battered and was a beast
Both drivers were in the centre of the road
And each other not driving in safety mode
So as they broached the top of a hill
They met and there was an accident spill
There was some luck and neither was killed
But both had broken legs as it was dealt
And they were taken by Flying Doctor plane
To share a room in Hospital to end this refrain.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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