Erudite at night verbose by day,
altho', I can't speak for others when I say,
"Shooting fish in a barrel of monkeys
(such primates rate a damn good spanking),
it seems to me, would not be fun at all,
there's no challenge, where's the reward?
It's enough to make an Australian crawl.
And, if Aussies ate nothing but eucalyptus,
as somnolent, lethargic koalas do,
would their breath also smell
as tho' they've been chewing cough drops too?
Do emu wonder why they have wings,
well, can they really have barrels of oil?
As, if it's to be sold or bought, how's it plumbed,
scooped off the top when they're brought to the boil?
And not to knock the fearless quokka,
cute tho' they may be,
the world's happiest animal
is not really smiling at you or even me.
What does the kookaburra have to laugh about
when they're feeling crook,
that Australia's wider than the moon?
Akubra hat's off, that's a fun one for the books.
Boo... meringues are fun, as is surfing thru' tubes,
but, me, I'd be a wombat, who actually do poo cubes!
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
The Palestinians fight back
The madness is Israel has declared war on Gaza
or if you like, the Palestinians
The USA is offering military assistance which as idiotic as it sounds
We will now be told how brutal the Hamas fighters
killing women and also children and taking hostages.
We can so easily forget how these Palestinians who
are the rightful owners of the land stolen
have been killed and maimed and forced to live in
poverty for over 60 years.
This time though, Israel has to be careful whom they bomb when shooting fish in a barrel
The town folk were in shock Page 5
As they saw blood run like water
As the mob set out to kill
All their sons, wife's and daughters
The men of the town
Drew their guns and started shooting
All the murderess men
And the others that were looting
Like shooting fish in a barrel
The mob became depleted
But there were so many
They could not be defeated
By the end of the day
Not one soul was left standing
As the buzzard circled round
And the Sun remained demanding
As their blood ran like a river
Down the streets onto the plains
Then, and only then
Did the sky, begin to rain
The End almost !
Shooting fish in a barrel with an AK-47
Or merely tripping on the bench in the park,
Where the leather whacks on willow
And a stairway to heaven
Plays in the lost pavilion in the dark.
Cucumber in white bread with the edges curling up,
A whiff of road-kill crawling on the breeze,
How I miss your scented pillow
When the final Winter frost
Melts from off the branches of the trees.
Declaring open season on the women I have known,
A turkey shoot if ever there could be,
Yet my aim was way off centre
Crass one-liners blithely thrown,
Lucky horseshoes in the dust of misery.
Daisy chains that strangle like a razor sharp garrotte
When seemingly so innocent and sweet,
I still shiver when you enter
In your shades of reds and blues
Open season on the free and easy meat.
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