The Ballad of Ma Possum

THE BALLAD OF MA POSSUM Roofing like a penthouse floor, Tis not a haunt but Ma's snore. A wombatic possum in appearance, Being nature's pinup is her arrogance. Her distintictive, brush, bob tail, loss, reputedly, respected as the boss poss. Hearing her grunt and fight, echoing a freaky still night fright. Oh!, nightlife beware, if Ma is anywhere. trees n eyes in the wood is part of Ma's family hood. Scratchings at the door, signals to eat, until no more, Possum busters have done their best, But Ma thinks, tis a game and quest. With her teeth and claws, makes furnishings with any trapddors. Characterise, personalise or humanise, big booted, smudged lipstick and pearl, smokin cigars, no sweet little girl, tough and ready to roll, she aint no possum doll. A pet possum sage, outliving the legends of her long age.