It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Categories:
roo, food, fun, humorous, words,
Form: Rhyme
Peeking out from behind the bed was a wide banded raccoon king.
I thought he was a regular raccoon, for I did not know of such a thing.
He bared his broken yellow teeth and gave me a bit of a fright.
You see I was in my pajamas, ready to turn in for the night.
How am I getting him out of here? I asked a 911 operator on the phone.
She thought it was hilarious and told me to write it up in a poem.
But he is a wild animal, I told her. And he is scary and could be mean.
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, and I saw the left one was green.
He’s got a green eye! I said to the operator; there was fear in my voice.
My name is King Rickery Roo Rowdy Rollens Rugubuggy Royce.
He said this with authority, and I felt he might be rather tame.
He sat down and challenged me to a wild monopoly game.
We became good friends, King Rickery Roo and I.
He comes every once in a while when the tides are way high.
He loves my bathroom and my yellow rubber ducky too.
I do not ask, but I would guess he also uses my loo.
Categories:
roo, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Can-do Roo is a kangaroo;
A kangaroo that's blue!
A blue kangaroo called Can-do Roo
That surely can't be true?
There are lots of things that Roos can do;
Let's see what Can-do Roo can do:
Hop and jump can Can-do Roo.
Let's see if you can too?
Spin round fast can Can-do Roo.
Let's see if you can too?
Laugh out loud can Can-do Roo.
Let's see if you can too?
Count to ten can Can-do Roo.
Let's see if you can too?
Sing a song can Can-do Roo.
Let's see if you can too?
You CAN do what Can-do Roo can do;
And you're not even blue!
Shared 1st place in:
Nursery Rhyme 5 Poetry Contest
Published in the collection "Nursery Rhymes and Stories from Around the World" by Eve Roper
Categories:
roo, 1st grade, confidence, funny,
Form: Rhyme
The rubber roo is a fantastic work of art.
Constructed of rubber, as to never fall apart.
It has a large round head with little arms and legs.
It strongly bares the resemblance of a hard boiled egg.
It’s made to punch and kick around.
The perfect back yard toy to deliver a righteous beat down.
It’s for your everyday frustration, it’s never broke a toe.
Kick it barefoot or with a boot, you can even pick it up and throw.
But leave it parked outside, it has one special part.
The backside where you kick, kind of smells like a bad old fart.
It comes with its own private handler carefully packaged in the box.
Our factory is cleverly hidden, way out in the boondocks.
Willy Wonka Is Not Here So What Is My Factory Going to Make Poetry Contest.
Caren Krutsinger
5-10-20
Categories:
roo, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Bucking the trend setter
of lines
never having a friend
do you like the journey so far
Yes i am talking to you
and the ones
who know that this
is one sentence
and all must come to an end.
Categories:
roo, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Assuring a zig-zagging zebra a zinc zim-bam-boo
without cash, is so brash! As then you will have to give two.
Insuring a zoo master a zebra might rim-ram-roo
Practically tantamount to mashing a crashing bamboo.
As if you need any more trouble, my quim-quam-quaroo.
On your dash I shall lash a mashed mangled measly mad macaroo.
A sillier more gnashy poem I could try to get you.
But first let me throw in some trash, and a rash for us two.
Categories:
roo, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Light Verse
There once was an athletic kangaroo
Who came down with a bad case of the flu --
He sneezed really loud
Jumped over a cloud --
Landed with a red cape and an achoo
Categories:
roo, animal, humor, sick, strength,
Form: Limerick
There once was a child from Canada
Who loved eating bananas,
He went to the zoo
Gave one to the roo,
Now the roo has a banana colored bandana.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.17/2005
Categories:
roo, art,
Form: Limerick
Homing in on Stuben Roo..
Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will he belong forevermore?
Take out the key and lock the door?
Or break the chains that held him there,
By crimson stains, and heart laid bare.
If your trying to figure this out dont bother,
it's a sensless tounge triage, in the flavor of Dr. suess
Categories:
roo, imagination, introspection, muse, places,
Form: I do not know?
From the moment I saw your face...
I knew you'de be the one to stand
feet planted in place...
So I ask you to try to be strong...
Know my baby girl it was them that were wrong...
I wish that you would still stand proud...
Instead of hanging out in the "Eric" cloud...
I wanted to get to know you and you to know me...
I want you to know I will love you endlessly...
Precious daughter of mine...
Remember the fight last a very long time...
Thank you for holding my hand when I fall...
Thank you for standing again, so tall...
Princess I am so very proud of you...
So remember forever mamas love is true...
Categories:
roo, daughter, family, children, hope,
Form: I do not know?