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Raise a glass to all who care
About civil rights and the Koala bear
Save the planet, spare the rod
Make them listen, ride roughshod
Assume that we're ignorant, tie back our ears
Open our eye's year upon year
"Please let me through, let me go to work"
"Just Stop Oil" said with a smirk
Glued to trains, who's idea was that
The men who pay these idiots, Yes those prats
Disrupt where they can, disrupt everything
Nothing will stop them till the Fat Lady sings
They wreck havoc each day with total impunity
Disrupting our lives away from their communities
Selfish actions that can affect our lives
Not to their families but our children and wives
Enough is enough now, let us decide
Not to be bullied into taking your side
Your actions disgust me, I just want to be
In control of my thoughts which I once thought were free.
Win, Trump, win - God, please
Give America at ease
He's liberating...
2024
Make America grand again
He's great - hope's in store!
He's freedom-giving
You're the honey to the bees
Christ & God - He'll win?
I'm conservative
But, I vote for Christ alone
Spiritually-wise
Faith in the Lord - yes!
He's a success in progress
A work of pure art..
So, let Him win then!
He'll make America 10!
2024 - win!
I'm 27
Donald Trump is a great guy!
Confident - He is!
Pride's before a fall
We all need humility
Egotistical...
Trump tells the truth too -
Unlike you, Koala bear
You don't care 'bout us
Recently I found a big Koala
Sitting in my lounge watching t.v
With fluffy grey hair and big round tum
He was cute as can be!
He didn’t look like other Koalas
He was different to the rest
He had fluffy hair around his head
A bald patch in the middle
Which looked like a birds nest!
I asked Mr Koala
What is going on?
“Well he said, I will tell you a tale”
That won’t take me very long
I’m having a little trouble
With the Mrs you see
She’s says my hairs too fluffy
Crazy and scruffy
He said, I love my birds nest hair
I think I look real cool
However, I don’t want any strife
Because as the saying goes
Happy Koala wife
Happy Koala life!
So now I must go to the Koala Barber
To have my hair styled and cut
Because if I don’t …..
The Mrs will kick my Koala butt!!
At my home, I shall grow two fragrant eucalyptus trees.
To entice and taunt koala bear company if you please.
A large knothole in the bark can house merry honey bees.
I can almost hear the queen of the hive snoring with zees.
I will plant these beauties along my carrots and my peas.
I’ll not use straw to hold the seeds. Straw makes me sneeze.
I will not use hay, because that stuff makes me wheeze.
I will guard the eucalyptus seeds away from each breeze.
Hoping that koala bears do not carry mites, lice or fleas.
But do not make fun of me or my trees. Don’t tease.
Because I will sick on you my dog, Old Louise.
And this loyal mutt will chase you off with lithe and ease.
On Peyote Highway
The lanes go this way and that
Purple haze sunset to the left
The radio changes itself
On Peyote Highway
The flowers all try to hitch rides
With thumbs held high in the sky
While cactus ride by on their bikes
On Peyote Highway
Rainbow clouds speak in foreign tongue
The Koala Bear next to you sucks his thumb
The clown on the hood chews Juicy Fruit gum
On Peyote Highway
Skeletons rattle their bones in the back
Constantly asking are we there yet
As mimes mouth hello from the ditch
On Peyote Highway
You travel in both space and time
Take the pedal off the metal of your mind
Set the scenery to always rewind
On Peyote Highway
The Brown Grizzly Bear is so called,
not for its grizzled hair, grey-tipped
but because it is truly grisly, horrible!
(Ursus arctos horribilis)
This brown bear is gruesome and deplorable.
The amber Pizzly Bear is so called,
not for its swizzle stick.
but because it is a hybrid bear,
a Polar-Grizzly cross,
(Ursus maritimus × Ursus arctos)
The ash-grey Koala Bear is not a bear at all,
though it's nice and teddy-bear cuddly.
(Phascolarctos cinereus)
But the 'arktos' in its genus name, means 'bear'.
Its been wrongly named from the start,
the 'ashy-grey' pouched bear.
So there you have it!
Three bears, caught breaking and entering,
slagging off the language.
kevy the big red male kangaroo
impressed the girls with a manly woo
out to set hearts on fire
wore his best bushie attire
as he blew on his didgeridoo
wally the hairy nosed wombat
was very hairy, round and fat
waddled when he walked
loudly screeched when he talked
and friends with a nosy numbat
kerry the cuddly koala bear
sat in a tree just to eat and stare
saw the swirling-coloured lights
a feral hippies delight
so-how much can a koala, bare?
kelly the laughing kookaburra
though she was grown up and matura
made a lot of ha ha
with gary the galah
in their gum tree home near mildura
emily is a fast running emu
her funny strangeness just grew and grew
amongst all the bushland folk
subject of many a joke
when her feathers started turning blue
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Jan 26 is Australia Day-to all Aussies, happy Oz day
I recall looking sweetly, out of my crib, do you?
I must have been near the age of two.
The living room lights were on and glowing.
And Chicago snowflakes, out my window were
lovely and flowing.
I held my Nancy doll near my pullsating heart.
From her, I never ever wanted to part!
Now, a grandmother, my self, no longer a girl.
Where have my golden locks gone, those tiny
pretty curls?
What about my Koala bear from Australia?
So lovable~ a toy, that never failed you.
My blanket was a thick, quilted satin.
My pillow had embroidered cats upon it.
The decades have past, but memory lives on.
And an irresistible time lapse, gives me a smile
with it, each grinning dawn!
5/18/2021
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I have figured out my arachnophobia,
it’s not the multiple eyes
or the seen or imagined hairiness of the body,
or that torso-less squishy bag.
Apart from we bipedal life-forms
four legs, one on each corner,
seems about right.
Eight is a nightmare.
I try to imagine a Koala Bear with eight legs,
or a Rhinoceros
or, heaven forbid, a crocodile.
Somehow nature got drunk on its own ripe berries,
somehow, 8 became its own demented trick
played upon we giants.
We instinctively leap away from that ancient stillness,
a crouching threat that at any moment
could burst into that fast stiff shuffle.
We watch dismayed as it
carries its own vulnerable package of horror
on all those ratcheted hoists and cranes
itself fearful even to be seen.
I have figured out my arachnophobia,
it’s not the multiple eyes
or the seen or imagined hairiness of the body,
or that torso-less squishy bag.
Apart from we bipedal life-forms
four legs, one on each corner,
seems about right.
Eight is a nightmare.
I try to imagine a Koala Bear with eight legs,
or a Rhinoceros
or, heaven forbid, a crocodile.
Somehow nature got drunk on its own ripe berries,
somehow, 8 became its own demented trick
played upon we giants.
We instinctively leap away from that ancient stillness,
a crouching threat that at any moment
could burst into that fast stiff shuffle.
We watch dismayed as it
carries its own vulnerable package of horror
on all those ratcheted hoists and cranes
itself fearful even to be seen.