Best Kangaroo Poems
what's a man to do
when he meets a kangaroo
and the kangeroo's called Andrew
he said how do you do
can you help me out I'm new
I'm a kangaroo called Andrew
is it really true
you're a talking kangeroo
and your name is somehow Andrew
he said yes sir it is true
and you can't spell kangeroo
now can you
No Andrew,
can you?
No I'm a kangaroo
(called Andrew)
18/12/19
A hippo and a kangaroo
were in a bar in Kathmandu.
The hippo ordered a cold beer,
let us make that very clear.
The kangaroo on the other hand
was clever enough to understand
that getting drunk in Katmandu
is not the wisest thing to do!
Swings and hides in the kangaroo court.
The bulldog drops him with one report.
He struggles and fights to stay on his feet.
His fancy footwork skips every beat.
Bob and weave, stick and move.
He floats like a kangaroo with no groove.
Pathetic and weak and nothing original.
He hides in the bush like an aboriginal.
Come on sparky, show me something new.
Are you tired of the bulldog beating you black and blue?
A kick in the rear is what you need.
Your sorry punches are lacking speed.
You think you’re cool with your big mouth.
True north is where I am. You’re going south.
You’ve got no power to your punch.
This Bulldog eats Kangaroos for lunch.
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Baja California is where they do reside
On a little strip of land just 100 meters wide
Due to agriculture and progress it’s sad to say
All but nine-miles of their habitat was taken away
Truly nocturnal they only come out at night
Strongly territorial they’re ready to fight
Once numbering in thousands now 30 are left
How long can humanity go on being deft?
They bathe in the dust so its sad but true
In captivity they last just one day or two
When they are threatened believe what I say
Two-meters at a time they go hopping away
They mainly eat seeds, fruits, insects and such
Amazing kidneys allow them to not drink very much
They rarely drink water because these words are true
Their kidney’s are four-times as efficient as the kidney in you
The odds they will rebound are far less then slim
San Quinton Kangaroo Rats fate is looking rather grim
Even if you don’t hold rats dear to your heart
In the overall cycle of life they play their part
Every species on earth fulfills some sort of need
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat regulates the diversity of seeds
Plants, insects, ants, and birds need them to survive
Without the San Quinton Kangaroo Rat they cannot thrive
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Being one who spent years in San Quinton this
endangered species caught my eye. Reminded
me of the jail house mouse that would frequent
my cell. An odd sort of connection I'll admit but
rather interesting I reckon.
A young cyclist called Jimmy Pike,
Famous for riding his cross-country bike,
Hit an echidna, his tire went flat,
Stopping his long trek,there he sat,
I think he might have to hitch-hike.
A kangaroo came jumping strong,
Paused, then asked, "What is wrong?"
" A wayward echidna with bad eyesight,
got in the way and stopped my bike,"
Now the pair are bouncing along.
Cobwebs sag, gloomy clouds
like a furrowed brow
loom over the house-
a kangaroo lies dying on
our country road .
A car's apologetic screech-
a deathly thud-
the twisted scrambling
of a broken creature,
and I, watching dumbstuck,
as it sprawls, drawing at
underbrush with frantic forepaws -
reluctant to let go of life
and earth
When others of its kind
came back to find its
carcass, devoid of warmth,
they shed opalescent tears of grief
Tears with the scent of eucalypts
and raindrops
A mute devotion
reflecting aspects of me.
The kangaroo
Is the star witness in
The kangaroo court
There's an instrument called a didgeridoo
From the land down under they say
Used by the indigenous tribes of Australia
About 1500 years ago to the day
Described in books as a natural wood trumpet
Rolf Harris brought it to the fore
He's currently serving five years in prison
For a crime of which I abhor
This scumbag was convicted of child molestation
A despicable deviant behaviour
Five years in prison is not nearly enough
Should have been many years more
Used the word despicable in lieu of another
That accurately describes what I think
If there's one thing that makes this dude's blood boil
These jerks deserve life in the clink
They shouldn't be allowed to roam around free
They're a disgrace to all that is good
They should have tied his bloody “kangaroo” down
Or chopped the thing off where he stood
(Sorry for venting!)
© Jack Ellison 2015
sleeping (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))
by~ DON JOHNSON
The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions
they shoot them for the last hundred years,
Hoppy is still there in millions
Almost a plague after rain
The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little Shiela
but broken hearts tend to self destroy
The one true love, to feel her
so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor
kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure
Ironic tale sour grapes inhale,
He sleeps upon the plain
his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful
his protector is a beaut
~civilization calls~
he has to go back to the city streets
And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet.
***by~ POET D:
Searching and searching till weak eyes fall asleep.
~civilization calls~
Calls the plague of raining streets!
The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.
A wildlife with wildfire turned over by wildflowers.
Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!
Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand.
Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face.
All it took was experiencing the world with one lonely look.
A grain of salt, in the night sky!
Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’,
Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley.
Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart.
Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour.
Seeing’ is believing when Shiela appeared.
Drying tears with her sweet eyes over the desert lands.
A Collaboration with *DON JOHNSON
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
Karate leaping fight-
Kicking and striking BLOWS,
knock out the opponent!
KUNG FU self defense moves-
knee jerk q u i c k and KAPUT . . .
Kick Boxing King- winner!
Kibosh and KUDO fame . . .
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March 9, 2017
Poetry/Pleiades/Verse/Kangaroo
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 883-160-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Pleiades K
Sponsor, Kim Merryman
First Place
Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go
When kangaroos line up Down Under
The arrow struck with a sickening thud
Piercing the neck with a spurt of blood.
Searing pain with anguish shrill
The wound severe, but did not kill
The baby kangaroo reeled, and fell
Into an agonizing Hell.
An arrow, through the neck, half out the other.
A look of horror from his mother.
Strange instinct told that Man had the power
To save him in his desperate hour.
For days he staggered through bush and plain
With one thought in his aching brain
To reach the streets of Sydney City
In search of help. In search of pity
Brave Baby! How did you know
You could trust man, who had hurt you so?
You did not run. You did not flinch
You stood your ground, did not yield an inch
When they came with a cage to take you away.
You did not know if this was your last day
Or whether in some far flung Zoo
You would be a captive kangaroo
But man with kindness, and great skill
Removed the arrow that was meant to kill.
The wound soon healed and the decision made
To return the Baby to where he once played.
How can a Man have a heart so savage
Thinking it fun to ravage
The body of a defenceless baby with an arrow?
This cruelty fills one with horror.
Lord! I know you have the power to take revenge
And have many ways to avenge
The pain and horror of this deed.
But the Bowman needs help
His soul is sick, it needs repair
Teach him to love, teach him to care.
I married a kangaroo at Queensland
And bought paparazzi milled chilled and canned
When they were all served
With apples preserved
They stalked in ," dudes, Kang is not so bland"
Hopping along, he came
right up to my door.
Knock, knock, knock, knock—
rude knocks, I could tell for sure.
“Hello? Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can. Get the hell out of my house.
This is my house.”
“But you are a kangaroo—how, oh how
can this be your house?”
“We used to live in the north of Canada,” he replied.
“This is our native land.
Our Snowman God promised us this land
three thousand years ago.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said.
“Apparently not…”
He punched me in the face,
stomped all over my children,
beheaded my wife and started
wearing her clothes.
Stunned, I screamed, “Stop!
Get the hell out!”
He replied I was a terrorist ba*tard
and anti-snowmitic.
He shot me.
My last vision
was IDF kangaroos
slaughtering polar bears.
A young ‘roo in Australia named Joe
At work, he was a no-call no-show
His boss he annoyed
He’s now unemployed
Where he works now, we really don’t know