Emu Poems - Poems about Emu

" Do I look EMUSED?" Quote by EMU bird mistaken for an ostrich. Emu second largest. Eggs bright emerald green. Eyes are beady light brown. Every emu’s flightless. Eat pebbles to digest. Easily fooled not smart. Extra long legs run fast....

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Even though they have wings Emu’s can’t fly. Hens lay Emerald-green eggs in Expansive leaf lined nests. Each emu egg would make Enormous omelets Envisage eating that!...

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Extended legs and neck Eager jabs, peck peck peck Endemic down under Eggs many in number Evades you by running Excited voice drumming Echoes of an ostrich...

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Emma Emu is a large bird. She’s taller than I am – absurd! Her voice is really well-endowed, and she can drum a song out loud. She is my friend and I am proud! With three-toed feet, she is so fast She runs right by in a bold blast. Her ardent admirers amassed, I watch her run in flabbergast! She will be on...

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Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm so we can run and play. She thinks it will be no harm for us to spend the day. Muriel Mule sings hee-haw, and we all clap our hands. It was fun to laugh and guffaw since we are her greatest fans. Daphne Duck quacks in glee while Gary Gander flaps his wings. Prissy Pig and...

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People call me ugly, And other hurtful names, I'm often ostri-sized, My feathers used for games. They say the Ugly-Duckling Grew up to be a swan, And though I'm still but very young, They ask me What went wrong? I'm left here on my own-some; And feel so sad and blue, Well, you would feel the same If you were an ... emu....

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I am waiting For the colonists’ offspring To see. See what’s already there. Been there decades, hundreds and thousands of years. Brewarrina. Birrngi-Bream. Condah. Tuupuurn-Galaxis. Bolac. Smoked eels. Curly Mitchell Grass. Nodding Greenhoods. Yam Daisy-Murnong. Budj Bim. World Heritage. Right here! Dark Emu. Read it. Grasp the future. Don’t wait. Act. Thrive....

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“Hi Sexy”, I said to The giant beaked black emu; The next thing I recall, Big yellow beak heading At me, full speed ahead And I quickly stepped back. Stalled claws gripped the ground; Halting bird staring; Obsidian eyes Screamed in confusion; Rejected big bird emu; Approached slowly. I held out seeds, His feelings hurt; Still, he ate them. We remained Friendly and A few more Seeds he Partook; Dined....

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I stand proud and majestic and tall as can be even taller than Joseph at a whole three foot three I am honoured to be here and give all my heart though I may not have lines it is still a big part I smile wide and honest I sing loud and true next to star number seven and tree number two Though there's rumours about that my...

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NATURE’S SINGLE DADS: THE AUSTRALIAN EMU The next sixteen months: CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin. He looks down to the ground, where he first heard the sound, and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.” Hours go by, as each little chick tries to break free...

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Nature’s Single Dad: The Australian Emu : The first 55 days Emund is busy preparing his dance-floor for partners who’ll put him to the test. His pedigree line has proven with time that it is now his turn, to be best. He hears them emerge from the bush as they gather in answer to nature’s call. They dance, and then go away, they know they cannot stay; there is not enough food for them...

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There were three men who chased an emu. He apparently escaped from the zoo. Came the fourth with a net. The emu he did get. Last I heard the emu would sue! *True story for Linda-Marie's contest. (except for the suing part) lol...

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Afar and beyond the ravines and glens Two glares have stared to reach I have jumped, sprung, and climbed Fluttering only an illusion I raced the fawns, squealed With the bats, and even swam with fish I slithered among the grass, a krait I supposed I’d be and even tried to hiss I hung myself among the trees, A feathery baboon I made I...

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Five to six feet tall, roughly the same size as your average poet, but incapable of flight. His wings but one-tenth of his total height; in short, a groundling in a bird’s disguise....

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