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Short Goanna Poems

Short Goanna Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Goanna by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Goanna by length and keyword.


Not Vix Or Wd40
The vix and the vaseline, got mixed up in the dark, While whispering sweet nothings, with me kangaroo in park, It was 1963 ole mate, nah wd40 didn't try, With oohs n ohs a plenty, Me aggots set to fry, like a kangaroo dog climbing a post, Till it gave up the bloody ghost, Got up for tea n toast, Nough to make a sand goanna cry?? Don ....don't do it....
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Categories: goanna, adventure,
Form: Ballad



Growing Up
I have a pup called Sheeba
And Muttley is her mate,
And when it comes to dinner time
My pups are never late.

They ate my Gargoyle Monster Set,
They ate my teddy-bear,
They ate my pet goanna,
They just didn't seem to care.

They ate my budgie Hercules,
They ate my mother's mat,
Now they waddle everywhere,
My pups are very fat.


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Categories: goanna, children, funny,
Form: Rhyme
If Love Will
IF LOVE WILL

If Love WILL
we won't have to act ILL, KILL, BAIL; also FAIL.
But we WILL have to give HAIL to Love with much, much THRILL.

If it's the last thing that we do, and also FULFILL.
we goanna have to exercise our god given SKILL
if we don't want Love to stand STILL with his; or her WILL.
For after all, Love himself; herself; and also themselves, do have
the FREEWILL to come to our AVAIL or not....

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Categories: goanna, caregiving, change, cute love, desire, friendship, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Goanna Is My Brother
Six cod and two turtles
And the Goanna 
But he's my brother
So I would not hunt
Or kill him
You know that
A window is
Not a chimney
But in the hazy
Blue smoke of
What they call
Borderline depression
We refuse to pop 
The pills prescribed
And climb out of the
Hole we dug
Only you can change
Your circumstance
By the power of
Your own will

Rust never sleeps
And I still can't lick my elbow
But the glimpses of truth
And reality are
More frequent now....

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Categories: goanna, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs