I heard it in the farthest reaches,
where of consciousness it preaches,
the profoundest of all speeches,
as enlightenment it teaches -
oh, that wallaby in breeches.
Willy the wannabee Wallaby went
To visit his sweet, sick aunt Millicent
He met a dingo who said,
Don’t look for Millie in bed,
Relish her in my belly with free rent!
so
a possum who wanted to be
not a possum but a wallaby
but
a wallaby who wanted to be
a whatever whatever he
and more
like an adventurer high
in a hot air balloon
or an astronaut off
on a trip to the moon
or even
a rider of horses
bicycles, waves
an explorer of mountains
of oceans and caves
wow!
a whatever whoever
wherever he
oh possum
the wishes and whims
of a wannabe wallaby
Inexperienced tourist from Kalamazoo
Yelled hey, mommy, there’s a small kangaroo!
I am not a kangaroo, I am a wallaby, you crazy kid
My tail is pointed and I can do a summersault and a skid
My name is Digby, feel free to wear it out
When people use my name, I do not care, worry or pout
I am from an island whose name you do not know I bet.
Please do not try to capture me, I am not a good kind of pet.
I wanna be a wallaby
And not just a wanna-be,
Not a kangaroo or
Silly platypus
But, if I can’t be a wallaby
I think that I would wanna be
A plump and dumpy
Hippopotamus!
Jake the wallaby liked to hop
Especially when it was to the shop
With his Mum on Saturday
To the Mall they hopped away
The supermarket was a special place
With lots to see in each aisle space
There were tomatoes, cabbage and beans in displays
But most of all he liked the fruit arrays
They picked their veggies for three each day
And Mum put them in her pouch straight away
Jake picked shiny apples and oranges to eat
When eating two a day was a treat
So they paid for their fruit and veggies at the checkout
Then to home they hopped out
It had been a busy morning with lots of fun
So to home bound their special song they sung
Hopping is such fun
In the summer sun
Eat veggies three a day
And two fruits yummy and hurray!
© Paul Warren Poetry
You’ll find the Pademelon
Beneath the rainforest trees
As they hop in search of food
In the cool of the evening breeze
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