Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Boredom

He played an Irish Jig
On a battered old Kazoo
Accompanied by his mate
On electric Digeridoo
As the Oomi Oomi birds
Performed a mating dance
You could see them strut
You should see them prance
And the Captain of the Jungle
Sighed with despair
Ran his gnarled fingers 
Through his thinning hair
Cleared his parched throat
With a careful little cough
And then being bored 
Switched the whole lot off
And the jungle creaked and sighed
And silence fell all around
As bit by bit by bit by bit
The jungle slowly closed right down.

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Speaks Volumes November 26, 2022 at 6:12 AM Such realism Terry. Oh wow those Oomi Oomis sure can dance up a storm when they get going, and there's nothing sweeter than the melody of an electric digeridoo to warm the cockles of one's heart. Mr. Ireland, you are MY type of poet ! Terry Ireland November 26, 2022 at 8:01 AM Wen you are a sweetie - thanks so much for your support xx