Kangaroo Poems - Poems about Kangaroo

leaf and fruit eater big butted tree kangaroo difficult to find...

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I’ve been having visions and I don’t know what they mean Up and down the outback, I’ve been dreaming kangaroo dreams. My legs were strong, to hop from troubled paths. And I belonged out in the fields of grass. My eyes were bright to see across the land And I was quite content although I did not understand. My nose was...

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Into the jungle the ebony puma leaps with joy lion and tiger eyes inequitable to this boy illustrious cobra uncoils from a near caca tree kangaroo court in session in a high degree enthusiastic mushrooms open on demand young ferns close up shop in this verdant land onward and upward chimp says to her cub understanding jungle survival is a very small...

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Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite making melodious music, merrymaking magic as they might...

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I wanna be a wallaby And not just a wanna-be, Not a kangaroo or Silly platypus But, if I can’t be a wallaby I think that I would wanna be A plump and dumpy Hippopotamus! ...

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Meet my Kangaroo herd in Australian highlands, The king of the herd is Don, very big and strong, There are many females with little joeys in the pouch, With little protection from the king on the mound. Would I like to ride a male Kangaroo, The rhythm of their hops, leaps, and bounds, Will throw me sky high without restraints, The thrill...

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Who are you? Kangaroo What do you do? Kangaroo You don't moo Kangaroo You're not a cow Kangaroo Or a sow Kangaroo Or a horse Kangaroo Of course Kangaroo You're not a cat ...

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Mama Kangaroo has raised a snowflake boy. Get out of the pouch she says; and he says “oy?” You are old enough now to go off on your own. He does not leave his nest, tucking in with his phone. Cut off his minutes, the other mamas sternly say. But he is her only living baby, and she likes things...

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I have defined Meditation As Prayer of Hesitation: Time-Claiming Conversation With Solver of Protestation, Not Near Human for being Divine, Though you might speak like you drank Vine; Samuel-Seeking Faint Syllables, Hannah’s Ear-Disturbing Babbles: Eyes of one staring at nothing, Lips tightly asking for something: More charged than Prayer in Wattage And by far fiercer in Voltage... A Peter under lock and key From Bars to be...

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Chased by a two hundred pound kangaroo I hid inside an Alaskan igloo I concocted a wild witch’s brew And put together a tasty stew Someone yelled, “Here is a blue kangaroo!” I knew this was not an ample clue. Had someone fashion me a new hairdo. Styled by a beauty school shrew. Someone stuck their head in and yelled “Boo!” An odd orange...

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woodland’s pouch packer swiftly moves in less than hour... wild-love’s messenger April 13,2022 5:15am PS Syllable Counter: Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 Total # Syllables: 17 Kangaroos look so affectionate. They are so attached with their joeys. I have only seen them on videos and photos. Hope I can visit Australia someday. Wild Animal Haiku Contest Judged: ...

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I would jump up and down instead of walking and do what I did when I was a child in a natural way...

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I was once hopped up to visit the zoo Until hopped upon by a kangaroo. Never met such a female grouch! She beat me until in her pouch A can of snoose I placed for her to chew....

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For the merited sake of Kangaroo Let’s march towards any exhibiting zoo, Advised to be humble the Napoleon-Tough, Who still could meet his Waterloo With a kick, hard and rough From the Mature Kangaroo. For the clear heroism of Kangaroo, Control the urge to at it boo: The Beautiful Brain behind our incubator By medics as treasured as a...

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My joy is full in you, my bride Without your love, I might have died I might have died to be alone Or languish by the telephone A dipsy doodle, ding-dong dunce Describes the man who loved you once The man who made you shrug on sight Is now the one you hug at night I married you, and by the way I carried...

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