Billy Bong
Outback Down Under
He rode out one day
Joined by a dingo
Who wanted to play
The dingo soon snarled
Like it would attack
The next thing he knew
It snarled with a pack
His boomerang flew
Around the whole bunch
But never hit one
They ate him for lunch
A rather sad fact
His bones lie around
No longer intact
All over the ground
Though bleached by the sun
An unpleasant scene
The Outback's great fun
When its Halloween.
That may make you weep
And maybe lose sleep
But no one counts sheep
When bones want to creep!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2018
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