Damn Kangaroo
Damn kangaroo stole my hat
As I was beating him, with a baseball bat,
Will it ever end? The thief never stops
He got up and kicked me in the chops.
I pulled on his ears
Brought him to tears,
He kicked me in the face
I felt a little disgraced.
I gave him an uppercut
Knocked him down, I did the strut,
When I wasn't looking
He stole my homemade cooking.
I grabbed the cast iron frying pan
But I must admit, it wasn't a good plan,
He dinged me over the head
With the baseball bat instead.
That damn kangaroo
Escaped from the zoo,
Snuck up right behind me
Doesn't he think he's all high and mighty.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
July.22/2005
Damn kangaroo. I'll be getting him back one of these days.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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