Wombats Poems | Examples

A Talented Old Soul

This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important in their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and other things in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”
Ta-Ta!

A Talented Old Soul

This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important in their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about them
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”
Ta-Ta!

A Really Talented Old Soul

This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important to their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Unlimited”
Ta-Ta!

Journey Out

Journey out to clean crisp air
Out beyond and over where
Giant trees reach for the sky
Butterflies flutter by
Wombats dig within the dirt
Bowerbirds woo and flirt
Decorating brighter blue
Nature's love must pass onto
The mate to lay and incubate
Eggs to hatch from the wait
Of timeless time to nurture young
As evolution has begun
Life will be forevermore
For the aves we all adore.
The animals will be just fine
On the land that is divine
Providing that we all respect
Care for them and reconnect
Let them be, to be aware
Our land, our world, our people share
Whilst daylight shines a golden glow
Upon the Earth and all below.

I Am a Bloke

I Am A Bloke.

I am a bloke you see
that I happen to be,
from Terra Australis, 
and who likes to write about
the many things I’ve found,
that it is of the bush,
the scrub,
and other places be.
however, it is most of all
the animals that interest to me,
who creep and crawl about
inhabiting our land,
and in the course of my days I’ve found;
bush turkeys:
make a bloody mess,
wombats: 
are cute, in their burrowing ways,
kangaroos:
like to bound about regardless,
red bellied black: 
highly venomous bloke,
echidnas: 
are prickly folk at their best,
goannas: 
simply like to run up trees,
daddy-long-legs 
are really and truly scary hairy beasts,
platypus and platypi 
are not really seen by many,
kookaburras: 
like to sit on boughs of old gum tree,
cane toads: 
squishy, squashy are best left dead under feet,
great white sharks:
need to stay in ponds;
but for me on the other hand,
there are many others I could write about,
who play their part and make
the Australian landscape 
as the only one of its kind,
and for this I’m proud to be,
a blokes bloke,
a bush balladeer,
and a poet from the land ‘down under.’

Eyebrows On Noses

Eyebrows on noses and whiskers on women
Large rats and wombats that suckle my kitten
Penguins that waddle in hot sulfur springs
These are a few of my befuddled things

La da, di da da

Piglets that paddle in puddles of poodles
Parrots that prattle for peanuts and noodles
Wild things that fly in the face of my fan
These are the things that I chase when I can

La da, di da da, li da da, li da da 

Rabies and robbers and nights in Havana
Babies that slobber on bites of banana
Fickle young fingers in pickles and kraut
These are the things that my life is about

When the elephant stomps
When the Man-o-war stings
When I'm feeling small 
I simply remember my old mattress springs
And then I can't jump
At all! 

La da, di da da, li da da, li da!

My Life As Tasmanian Devil

Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still.

There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats so we scrappers had to fight.
Growling and viciously, snarling at each other, slapping away nice ones in the night.
Our mother was grabbed by a caveman devil who dragged her off by the neck.
I was incensed, and promptly chased after them, thinking “what the heck?”

Some of my siblings were frightened out of the old hollow log, 
not many decided to stay.
I was not one of them. I showed my teeth, 
and my aggressors promptly ran away.
Wombats, wallabies, opossums and other animals on this island of mine.
Steer clear of my hollow log, knowing I will 
snap them up and eat them in no time.

Awesome Summer

Here,are warm times.
Out up in the sky is the golden sun,
Shinning brightly on all.
A food for green plants and the likes;
moulds,sea weeds too.
Featured birds,four-legged land animals.
Agile social insects,out in the woods,
hunting for grains and meats.
At the zoo,are wombats,emus,capybaras,
koalas and kangaroos juggling as games.
You'll here the busy gurgling of waters
from falls and springs.
In the great waters,with the great colonies of
sea creatures;sea lions,lobsters,sea horses,
dolphins amongst many,prey one another.
And there,in the center of the ancient town,
is Mr. Opy,a middle-aged fellow.
Just out to have fun!
All he says is,"it's summer, people!".

Something Happened

We once were discerning,
we once had opinions.
But then we stopped learning,
and turned into minions.

One day, something happened.
We can’t tell you when.
One day we got crapped on,
and ceased to be men.

There once was a telly
whose end-word was “vision”,
Vidal and Minelli.
Who took the decision?

No, let’s not put Gore on.
Don’t fear their begrudgement.
They’re all total morons:
they don’t have no judgment.

Let’s just give them Fonzie
in suicide combat,
and re-run Beyoncé
in Dances With Wombats.

And once, public service
meant serving the voters:
now they get nervous
when pleasing promoters.

I’m sure I remember
a time before Mammon,
when decency’s embers
did not come with jam on.

Then one day it altered,
I can’t tell you how,
but honesty faltered –
and look at us now.

The Zoo Down Under

Lying on the hilltop
like moments in a dream,
the beauty so extreme,
when the blowing winds stop
I look through the treetop
and spy a monotreme.

Platypuses pass by
as wombats waddle through,
followed by kangaroo.
Emus could never fly
but they will always try
or wind up in a stew.

Strutting mist, slow and proud
animal shapes in clouds.


08/18/15

Let Me Roam

Oh let me roam where the scenery's green,
Where the willows droop down and the bell birds teem,
Across the gullies where the wallaby's been,
Just let me roam.

Oh you've got to be where the water falls,
Where stands of stringy barks grow so tall,
The kookaburras laugh and the magpies call,
Just let me roam.


CHOROUS
Oh let me roam far from the city
Where the roads are dirt and the bush is pretty,
I just want to sing this roving ditty,
Just let me roam.

You've got to see where the mountains peak,
Where the wombats fossick for the food they seek,
The platypus swims along the shimmering creek,
Just let me roam.

See the vivid colours of the rosellas dash,
In between the gums and the mountain ash,
Where the rainbow trouts make their jumping splash,
Just let me roam.

Dandelion Dreams

Dandelion dreams and raspberry wine
Cascading fountains that look so divine
Tumbling toad stools and fairy dust
Mountains of mole rats making a fuss
Dancing dogwoods with pretty pink flowers
Malicious misfits building a tower
Gathering winds and flurries of crows
Blankets of wildflowers in cascading rows
Wandering wombats in white frilly hats
Meandering monkeys chasing wild fruit bats
Rambling red roses sporting black button bows
Wild greedy grey squirrels weighing their woes
Writing down thoughts is all you must do
so whatever you dream will always come true

Extraordinary Talented Old Soul

This Quatrain King is taking a break for a bit

Rhyming has been my thing since day one

Sometimes I talk in riddles I'm told by wifey poo

But you'll be happy to know

This old geezer is multitalented

I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time

Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River

Okay enough about this talented old soul

I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have

Let's keep it clean though

Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies

May have stumbled across P-Soup

While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup

Raunchy is permitted BUT

Only when describing the love habits

Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia

Their nose is very important in their survival

Since this creature has very poor eyesight

And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark

I have long since had that ability

Now aren't you glad you tuned in

So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have

And I'll write a poem about it

May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”

Ta-Ta!



© Jack Ellison 2014

Yuan Oranaga-Taunga Was Here

Don Johnson Yuan-orang

We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying 
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here

Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid and sweet urea,

Holy-man was gesticulating,
Gonads flashing so sincere,
Red hairy waistcoat ever stating,
Yuan a Tanga was the seer,

Deported then he was so,
Dropped by parachute we hear,
Back to the wilds of Borneo,
Thought blinking Wombats bloody *****…

Don

Aborigines On Horseback

Aborigines on horseback wading
Addicted to the wilderness they trek. 
Through still waters where crocodiles are king,
Their horses chomping at the bits, stiffed neck.
Oh land, kangaroos and wombats grazing.
They seek thrills and thrive on adventures deck.
Two men fearlessly explore nature’s hand.
Knowing in their hearts, their future is grand.

© February 29, 2012

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Lil' Bit of Aus... 
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