red kangaroos
box their way to final round:
winner takes the doe
I FELL ONE NIGHT, WELL IT WAS DARK!
THEN WOUND MY WAY INTO A PARK
IT'S PEOPLED BUT WITH KANGAROOS
WHO HAVE LOST ONE OR MORE OF SHOES
BETTER THAN LOSING PANTS, I GUESS
WHO CARES! SIT DOWN! PUT ON YOUR DRESS!
TIME FOR LUNCH. OH BOY, WE GROWL
SOUP IS COLD, THE CHICKEN FOWL
AT SHOWERTIME, IT'S BEST TO SING
FOR THAT CURES WARTS AND EVERYTHING
WELL, ALMOST—WE STILL HAVE TO BATHE
REMEMBER NOSE STAYS WHEN YOU SHAVE!
EACH DAY WE HEAR SOMEBODY'S VIEWS
AGAIN AND AGAIN—JUST LIKE THE NEWS
AND STORIES—THERE'S NO PLACE TO HIDE
SO WE STEAL A NAP UNTIL IT SUBSIDES
I'M PRETTY SURE NOW ABOUT THIS PARK
IT'S WHERE WE GO WHEN IT GETS DARK
NO ONE HERE SEEMS TO BE ADEPT
AT REMEMBERING THINGS BEFORE WE SLEPT
OR WHO YOU ARE, OR MAYBE ME
OR ANYTHING THAT STARTS WITH "THE"
AT ADJECTIVES WE ONLY SHRUG
AND A SYNONYM—ISN'T THAT A BUG?
SOME TAKE TO WHISTLING IN THE DARK
AND CREATE WAYS TO ESCAPE THIS PARK
YET NO ONE LEAVES FOR THIS IS HOME
AND KANGAROOS ARE TOO OLD TO ROAM
Young zealots absolve beyond comprehension
discussing elaborate frenzied garbles
hereby inciting jealous kangaroos
lumping marvelous night occurrences
providing quintessential ravishing stalemates
tasting universal variations weather x-rays
Flashing sheet lighting
Over Sydney in the distance,
Nimbus clouds grey and dark
Shaping storms existence.
Outside will soon be raining
Pouring kangaroos,
Guess people will be talking of
The weather on the news-
There’s a cow in a tree
Spiders clinging on for life,
We have a house under water and
The domestic wildlife.
Oh here it falls upon me
Cold and wet and dripping,
Hold onto your phones
We all will soon be swimming.
The sky it is soundless
Bolts of lightening firing down,
Feeling kinda safe up here
On higher sacred ground.
Am almost in the heavens
Almost in the sky,
An eagles eye view
Of umbrellas walking by.
In Aussieland there are hippity-hopper
They call em kangaroos or big boppers
Think they're trying
To become a flyer
Keep trying with their sons and daughters
We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made
But that ended then and now the song did fade
So here we are a place whose population
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Do Aussies hop around like kangaroos do as part of their heritage
Methinks people who think that probably need a therapist
Have it on good authority
My Aussie sweetie Maria
Says they only hop when needing to pee, sorry that wasn't delicate
A big carefree dappled eggplant finished generously helping indigent Japanese kangaroos lovingly manage nine octagonal purposeful quahogs render strawberry tarts under venomously worried, ‘xcited Yak’s zest.
My heart starts leaping like a kangaroo
When I see you standing there wearing just shoes
With eyes all aglow
Leaping to and fro
Ogling your attributes, great sweat balls I accrue
Males of the huge gray kangaroos,
So excitable early in the spring.
Do not bend over to them, or, in a blink,
You will be sexually abused.
My friend, who did not listen my advice,
Was badly hurt for it! Not ones, but twice!
Kangaroos look funny in horns and underoos
Nothing like the holidays down under…
So many sweets to taste and plunder…
Mistletoe hung over head…
Sweet dreams in our slumbering bed…
The jolly man shimmying down
The hot family hearths
Not making a sound making his rounds
Asbestos underwear protecting his parts
The sweaty old boy in red
Cursing the heat of points this far south
While blimey citizens are snug in bed
Explicatives flowing from his mouth
Merry Christmas to all those down under
And happy New Year a day bloody sooner
Having no snow is a god awful blunder
The whole island should be sat in a corner!
Rlm ‘10
The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that really gives it fame!
With its hind legs it kicks like a mule much like that of rabbits.
(Oft I've pondered - does it exhibit the rabbits's prolific habits?)
Kangaroos don't pollute the atmosphere due to its virtual absence,
(Unlike that well-known curse of cattle) of bloated bowels of flatulence!
Little joeys lounge about in the pouch like an extra piece of luggage.
(I assume should she be blessed with triplets there'd be ample storage!)
Down Under is famous for its G'days, boomerangs and Steve Irwin's zoos,
But we're probably more familiar with those ungainly, cantankerous kangaroos!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 7 in Nikko's "Yay for "K" Contest - October 2010