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The Pink Joey or Dwarf Pink Kangaroo Paw
when cataloged made botanists quiver.
For it's a rare native Australian plant
first found along the Margaret River.
A clumping evergreen, it loves the sun
however, it’s content to stay quite small.
And unlike the larger Kangaroo Paw
it’s a perennial that don’t grow tall.
It bristles with copious strap-shaped leaves
flaunting flowers with downy-soft pink hairs.
And its subtle scent attracts butterflies
sipping on the nectar each blossom shares.
Its velvet blooms form small kangaroo paws
each a delightful down under treasure.
And displayed in their natural setting
they bring the observer so much pleasure.
(Quatrain)
October 1958
I am six
The elastic on my panties has snapped
This is before girls could wear pants
So I am holding them up under my dress all day
with both hands
2 o'clock recess
Joey K begins chasing me around the playground
I am running, holding my panties up with both hands
through my dress - not easy
He grabs me, and kisses me.
My hands fly up.
My panties slide off.
This was my first kiss and I was angry as a wet calico cat
I was hissing and spitting, and held a grudge for a long time.
Never wanting to see this creepy boy again.
2:35 pm
We get called to the principal's office
The kisser and me.
She asks what happens
He says "It's okay Miss Kneeland, when I grow up I am going to
marry her."
Marry me! I am going to marry Daddy, thank you very much!
October 1971
I married my first kisser
We are still married.
And he is still chasing me
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 of ride will resonate with high notes of violin plays.
When cockatoo and ravens start shrieking,
The dingo pack may be ready for hunting nearby,
The eagle may be flying overhead for easy prey,
The chase of kangaroos starts, they run for their lives, high notes of violin play.
When all the danger seems gone away,
The birds sing and the violin plays soothing notes,
Female and joeys play with each other,
Their hugs and kisses are full of passion and love.
In the highland kangaroo habitat,
Grass may be plenty in spring, but scarce in summer, fall and winter,
They dig deep, eat snow, fight swarm of insects, dogs, and dingoes to survive,
Life is tough here compared to the kin in the neat and clean zoo.
Joey – young kangaroo offspring
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
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The giraffe
Haughty and fond of herbivorous feasts,
Tends to look down on his wee fellow beasts.
The elephant
Thin outer ears are gargantuan-sized,
Tickling the ivories isn't advised.
The pelican
Genus of water-bird with a long beak,
And in his throat there is food for a week.
The crocodile
Don't you be fooled by his sad, tearful eyes
He's out to get you - it's just a disguise.
The zebra
Sports a moheccan style tuft on his head
And he wears stripey pyjamas to bed.
The panda
Never one fazed by what's wrong or what's right,
Tends to see everything in black and white.
The kangaroo
He lives 'down under'- Australia's pride
With little Joey who's there for the ride.
The zoo
All of these creatures hang out at the zoo
Feeding time heralds a hullabaloo!
04/11/18
On the 4th of July, there are fireworks shows
And barbecues, picnics and beer,
But there’s a tradition not everyone knows
For which only a few volunteer.
It’s a contest to see who can gobble the most
Hot dogs, eaten together with buns
And the winner, with trophy, gets mostly to boast
He can do what the average guy shuns.
The champ, Joey Chestnut, secured a new win,
His 12th victory, pleasing his fans.
With his mouth opened wide, he did shovel them in,
Though his numbers fell short of his plans.
In just 10 minutes’ time, there were 71
That were chewed and made way down his throat,
Though last year it was 74 (each with bun);
Still, his effort got everyone’s vote.
As a watcher from home, I admit that, to me,
The whole contest is utterly gross
And I surely expected that on the TV
Some contestant would be comatose.
Rhythm and Train
This is my train, going to work
Stand by the door, not by the jerk
Sardines again, no seat to find
People and noise, clogging my mind
Edna has gout, crippled with pain
Barry and Sue, now live in Spain
Percy has died. Thought he looked ill
Trees rolling by, Sheep on the hill
Odour of weed, somewhere near by
Look at the clouds, dirty black sky
Child starts to cry, know how he feels
Here comes the guard, clicking her heels
Station stop one, more piling in
Old Girl near me, smelling of Gin
Stood on my toe, sorry my dear
Always like this, squashed up in here
Can’t get a job, Tories to blame
Tom got the sack, Dole queue again
Last nights’ TV, nothing but crap
Girl on a bench, kissing a chap
Station stop two, squeeze in one more
Young gothic boy, sat on the floor
Went to a gig, saw Peter Kay
See you next week, have a good day
Joey got bail, lucky I guess
Trouble with Dawn, she knows what’s best
Meeting at nine, I will be late
Man on a roof, fixing a slate
Workers depart, Station stop three
Looking around, seat becomes free
Is this bag yours, can I sit down
Ali and Roy, shopping in town
Woman across, very short skirt
Man in the isle, spills on his shirt
Wait at the points, one more delay
Meeting at nine, really, no way
This is my train, going to work
Station stop four, there goes the jerk
Falling asleep, head starts to drop,
Panic awake, just missed my STOP
What a wonderful thing is an elephant,
He is savvy and witty and eloquent,
He remembers your name and he'll never forget
Everything that you said every time that you met,
What a wonderful thing is an elephant.
What a wonderful thing is a kangaroo,
She is chipper and dapper and happy, too;
She bounces and dances, she's never a grouch,
And her Joey gets dizzy inside of her pouch,
What a wonderful thing is a kangaroo.
What a wonderful thing is a wallaby,
If I could I think that's what I'd wanna be,
Though I don't know a whole lot about them, I fear,
Do they have bushy tails, do they have furry ears?
Well I still think that I'd like to be a wallaby.
What a wonderful thing is a killer whale,
The fin on his back looks just like a sail,
He can swim in the ocean so fast and so hushed
And it takes him all day for his teeth to get brushed,
What a wonderful thing is a killer whale.
What a wonderful thing is a little girl
She wears a cute bow with her pretty curl
She brightens your world in her own special way
When she smiles you get goose bumps that won't go away,
What a wonderful thing is a little girl.
What a wonderful thing is a little boy
He brings to his parents a lot of joy
And his grandparents love him and so do each cousin
His uncles and aunties all think the world of him
What a wonderful thing is a little boy.
What a wonderful world the Lord has made,
All the colors and shapes brilliantly arrayed
All the critters and planets and oceans and trees
All the seasons and flavors, the you's and the me's
What a wonderful world the Lord has made.
///NOTE: written for my 2-year-old son ///
I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!
The Fromage Frenzy and Curd Craze deli.
across from the Dizzy Duck and the Boastful Bard taverns
had been ransacked with only cracker crumbs on the floor.
All the cheesemongers were hiding in their basements.
All the landlords locked away in their cellars!
Bar stools dripping with Chardonnay and Merlot,
carpets soaked in 'Scrumpy Jack' and 'Strongbow.'
It was utter chaos as the 'cheese shed' raged on...
The goats and the cows watched,
as the town folk gathered on either side.
Anger in their eyes, yelling insults like;
'Cheap cheddar gobblers' and 'stinky Stilton munchers.'
This was not cultural tensions,
nor issues with tariffs, quotas or labelling practises-
this was a war of the social classes!
They were not fighting with fists or weapons,
oh no, no no..
The Downers started squirting stinky cheese sauce,
drenching the Uppers with its reeking stench.
However, when the Uppers started hurling
Storico and Caciocavallo Podolico,
back at the Downers, they simply,
started consuming it with their cider!
Both fractions kept pelting and sprinkling,
until little Joey from the farm,
reminded them the football had started,
so off they plodded to watch the game,
singing and laughing together,
arm in arm, munching on cheese
they had salvaged from their skirmish.
I took my young son to the zoo
Look Mummy do you see that Kangaroo
There’s a Joey peeping from her pouch
If it grows too big does his mum say OUCH!
Young chimps and monkeys made us smile
And we viewed their antics for a while
They swung on ropes and a trapeze
And had fun climbing up the trees
The golden lion roared at us
I didn’t want to make a fuss
But admit I was a little scared
Of the massive teeth the lion bared
Our favourite animals of them all
Were the huge giraffes, they are so tall
I watched one stick out its black tongue
Gosh, I’ve never seen a tongue so long!
We watch penguins out on parade
And fed them fish as we had paid
For lots of food for them to eat
To feed them was son’s birthday treat!
We shared a picnic, then buy ice creams
Son drops his cone, there are loud screams
The vendor sees and says ‘hey birthday boy’
Have another from me, son squeals with joy
Our day out at the zoo was oh such fun
But we had to leave as we had done
All the exciting things we planned to do
On son’s birthday trip to the local zoo
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