Dingo Poems - Poems about Dingo

Though small in size you stood strong' and wise In your answer to him, of your intended demise! And that of our fair state.' In our great land.' For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan' He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot' Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.) Its plain he...

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Oh mighty dingo I see you still crawl. Long ago broken hearted and yet you still bawl. Tears down both cheeks, is it your poor little peetie? My heart aches for you, my dear little sweetie. Still gritting your teeth while stuck in a clinch. If your throne’s getting cold, then you might as well pinch. You slither around with you...

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There once was a man named Keith with perfect lingo ‘Till an unassuming stranger changed his name to Dingo It blew my mind It’s so unkind To fabricate, that he’s an ape, with me she scores no bingo! I followed the poet thought I was on her team ...

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*Warning High Fiber Content* There is a place in the outback up high on a hill, a little brown shack, where the Dingo gets his fill. It’s a place for the locals who eat bratwurst and beans, a favorite spot for the Dingo which nobody cleans. The view is breathtaking and so is the smell, he goes there every night and...

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Beware of the dingo and watch out for your goat, he hates our current leader, but is unable to vote. He’s been doing hard time for relations with a horse, he finally escaped but then he was caught, of course. Back to Yuma he will go in a red dress and cuffs, sleeveless I might add as he huffs and...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see... he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite got caught chasing a galah...

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Sheriff Koplin was talking with Tom on how it had been a quiet week Not one crime had been reported for the town of Milton Creek Then a US Marshal knocked on the door and then came inside Said he was looking for a fugitive who in this town did once reside. He told them the Dingo Kid had...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and a yam would appear. At intervals. Rotating. But rotating is not a salivating salubrious salutation singing strong songs. Nor is...

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Tony Lane’s Part Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under, The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder. How am I to understand the meaning of what you say? Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away. The Aussie looked the Doctor in the eye and here was his reply, Then Don Added Just dehydrate...

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..DINGO.. Out in the west the wild Brumbies still roam, there you`ll find red Dingo the sheep killer dog. Dog netting fences are there to keep the sheep home, Roo holes let him through like a Frog. Wild Pigs burrow under this fence, and leave another hole. The cunning dog looks for them with good sense,...

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my heart weeps of this lifetime we shared, and as no repetition or Déjà vu can follow I watch each memory pass and my chest aches, with all the smiling faces whose love, is lifting you on your way my soul is forever sealed in the blood that reared and pressed me against the breast of the Canis lupus dingo I now walk alone a...

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A dingo ate my baby It came into the tent Gobbled up my kiddie Farted, then it went The dingo ate my baby It’s a terrible disgrace It swallowed up my nipper And it didn’t leave a trace...

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I raised an Australian dingo, no name came to mind but Ringo; he jumped on me, ripped my clothes daily... it costed me plenty of money! Only once I left him alone; good grief... my furniture was torn! Oh, should I be mad... or be kind instead? I'll sleep over it for tonight! All Ringo did was run, bark and howl, mistaking a small cat for...

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Having seen an endless hall doors either side, I wandered, a white dingo joined me at magnolia runners end my blood turned to take flight his fangs crept to a grimace as he leaps Now, with paws on my shoulders he laps from the river coursing my face I release what I thought were exclamations of a beginning enlightenment and brush to cross the fire searing within my flesh his mouth...

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