A poem by DAVID RAHTZ from Borenore Mens Shed
Dust extractor dust room unit
At the old Alpaca Shed, The dust was growing lairy,
the blokes were sucking up the stuff; their lungs were getting hairy.
The dust came down, the cry went up: “We’re done with lunchtime joking.
We need to send this stuff elsewhere – even the flies are choking!”
In time, the rumour went around that Funding was on offer
John Bowler cracked the magic code, and cash flowed to the coffers;
And so the plot was duly hatched, we’ll build the biggest system
To get those shavings on the run, we’ll push and pull and twist ’em!
Then “Whiskey” Flett, the Blast Gates man, and Dyer the Backroom Sparky
Said “youse need our gates and all, to get your project barking”.
So Bowler and the Yowsah Man, they travelled far and wide
They picked up this and more of that, and got into their stride.
We saddled up and cut the pipes – and learned how NOT to do it
There were angles everywhere, some that just wouldn’t fit.
Lots of fellows had lots to say, ‘bout how it SHOULD be done
Pete Garey he joined in the fray, and tried to make it run.
The Metal Lads they built a shed, to house the vital gear
They fought the wildlife and the storms, but they barely shed a tear
With valves and pipes and wiring, a hundred yards of PVC;
Looked like a dragon’s innards, a real treat to see!
We switched the mighty suckers on, hear those big motors shout –
Quick hit the button, stop the flow — Bruno One’s gone up the spout!
But now the sheds a cleaner place, the geezers are not wheezing
A few more years are in us yet, (I must say) it looks rather pleasing……
Notes:
Allan “whiskey” Flett and Tony Dyer of Auto Blast gates supplied the automatic valve equipment
– Bruno One is the most “vertically challenged” of our members