Prompt for all the young,
Think of all the digital fun,
Invent some device for the future,
Code a robotic pooper scooper,
For flies, mosquitoes, all pooper,
Thus no diseases in your future,
Soon your world would be beautser,
Emit water and oxygen,
Lots of ideas for you to ken,
Nothing wrong with millenial brains
Flies, mossies, pooper down the drains!
Why did Noah take nits?
Let's pull this Ark to bits,
God let Noah take two nits,
Plus two mosquitoes, each proboscis,
Gave humans encephalitis,
What is worse than this?
Why they bring malaria, blip!
What is worse than this?
As well as Noah's two nits,
God let Noah take two rats,
With two fleas on board, that's that,
So Noah brought bubonic plague,
While lovely unicorns floated away,
Then on all those wooden decks,
Noah took two woodpeckers, by heck,
So that was the end of Noah's Ark,
Lucky he wasn't eaten by sharks,
So, why God, did you plan all this, mate?
I know Noah was human to make mistakes,
Taking rats, fleas, mossies, and nits, great!
Was taking two nits more than fate?
One day I saw an alligator,
He said, "May I take a bite?
Your fingers look real juicy
And your legs will fill my appetite."
I said, "No way Al baby,
My fingers are so handy,
My legs I need for walking
In your swamp where it's so sandy."
I said, "What about you alligator,
Can you do without your skin?
You see I want an alligator bag
To put my school things in."
He said, "You must be joking
My skin's a very vital part,
It keeps the mossies and the snakes
From acting far too smart."
After that we were good friends,
Sometimes around the swamp I ride,
Although my seat is very knobbly
Al makes a great swamp guide.
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Brisbane
Rain squall just came from east of me,
Came blowing from the big blue sea,
5 pm the windows shut,
For I in Brisbane be.
Brown snakes and lizards do hide,
From the city dwellers, do slide,
Green Frogs there used to be,
Cane toads suck em down for free,
Green Frogs don’t suicide.
Fly screens keep the mossies out,
Midges sand flies, catch you out,
They come through to get you Clyde,
There is no itch in doubt.
The sun the sand the cooling breeze,
Live on the beach, be at your ease,
Hippies still enjoy the lifestyle, these,
Things are of our nation…
Brisbane at 5pm