G'day you beauty Blue
as I haven't heard you play
in a year and a day
what did you do
with your fair dinkum didgeridoo
don't get me wrong
but it's been gone so long
has your bonzer boomerang
returned from whence you threw
by yonder backwater billabong
how about your most unusual pet
a marsupial (a roo) if I am correct
was it sold to pocket the proceeds
and pay for your daily needs
or abandoned beside the track
in the bush a.k.a., outback
Marsupials breed fitter litters
Marsupials feed titter spitters
Jitters on the venue
Critters on the menu
Marsupial Soup/Bitter Fritters
marsupial frog
tadpole in a tiny pouch
very good mother
If I was a marsupial
I would stay in mama’s pouch
Which would save me from hurting
I would never have to say “darn” or “ouch”
Never stub my toe or injure myself
Snug as a cherished vase on a bookshelf
I would stay hidden, cozy and warm
In no danger from predators or a bad storm
Of all the mammals I could be
I select marsupial
'Cos as I watch them, seems to me
They're all connubial and fiducial
Marsupial luncheon was a huge success
We had enough food with a plausible guess
Kangaroo baby made an enormous food mess
We did not help mama clean it, I must confess.
It’s all in her pouch the koala said.
She is embarrassed. Her face is quite red.
Opossum did not reply. She was playing dead.
All marsupials were amply and adequately fed.
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 student his calculator.
By biologists classed under Marsupial:
Whatever that means;
Its members rare like pearl
And rather few in screens.
Long jumpers with dreaming feet
To wisely forget the kangaroo’s feat;
Not a fame to ever pick
In a thousand Olympic…
Australia’s legacy to Humanity
And The Premature in maternity.
I was just a little one, in the grass, enjoying the sun,
when a shadow covered me.
She had appeared suddenly, in one swell hop.
It was a tall warm-feeling shadow. I reached up my hands,
and pulled down a cozy nook
That no one could probably ever top.
I promptly jumped inside, and settled down,
feeling loved and wanted. In a pink pouch.
I hoped this instant love would never stop.
I now had a Mommy who was a kangaroo,
and she was okay and so was I.
Best of all, we both like to power shop.
We went everywhere together, my new marsupial mommy and me.
Wonderful dual relationship did crop.
For years and years, she home-schooled me, I had tap and violin.
I dreamed to be a doctor, or a cop.
She brought in tutors, when I did not understand Latin.
She urged me to try my wings, to play and hop.
But I was happy, inside my pouch, safe from the others.
I never felt rain, not even one tiny drop.
And when I want the sun, I poke out my head,
I sometimes feel it on my face, but then I stop.
For I am staying here until I am dead.
Staying here always, feeling loved, is what I opt.
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