Through April and May the word has
passed around
That the post by name of plasmar’s here to stay.
There’ve been samples by the plenty dropped all about the town
At vineyards, farms and studs along the way.
And the interested locals, with a sniff of something new
Mustered at the plasmar
billboard when it stopped
They jostled for position there were more than just a few
On the plasmar billboard
curious stares were locked
And then without much fanfare a post
came into view
And it wasn’t what they thought that it would be
For it looked a lot like hardwood with a greyish blackish hew
And the folk that knew their postscould easily see
Although it was all plastic it was a mighty robust log
The white ants fled in terror just on sight
In tough and arid landscape it would always do the job
This post would hold its own in any fight
And the knockers said it won’t last
it’s a recycled
plastic post
And won’t the horses eat it just the same
But plasmar will still
be standing when they are just a ghost
And the horses won’t touch plasmar that’s its fame
It’s all been tried and tested by the CSIRO
And plasmar’s Aussie
made and Aussie owned
So its time to get on fencing no regrets for folks that know plasmar posts they are
the answer, can’t be cloned