Wombat Stew Poem by Hairy Wombat

Wombat Stew

Rating: 2.8


A wombat rested in the shade
a breeze rose off the Murray,
he sipped some Mango Lemonade
and was not in a hurry.

A dingo, on his way to town
came on the Wombat snoozing,
he put his library books down
and gave him a good bruising.

One of the books was titled STEW
and Dingo thought he'd make it,
he took the laces off his shoe
and asked if he should bake it.

The wombat, frozen now with fear,
and tied to a small boulder,
said, please Sir Dingo, be a dear
and grabbed him by the shoulder.

But Dingoes can be cold as ice
he made a deep depression
into the ground, then whistled twice
now ready for the session.

A Platypus came from the stream:
'what are you up to Dingo?
Would you prefer some heavy cream?
The Dingo answered 'BINGO'.

So Platypus went to obtain
sweet cream from a fat Tailor*,
the Tailor cried due to the pain
the Wombat grew still paler.

He brought the cream and placed it at
the bank of the old Murray,
and as you know, all tailor fat
gets feet into a hurry.

The Dingo slipped and slid around
he could not find his bearing,
soon Platypus had him unbound
(the Wombat) who was swearing.

The Platypus advised the bear**
to leave the place and wander
and raise his scruffy wombat hair
in what is called Down Under.

And ever since, no wombat will
be drinking lemonade,
near Platypus (known as spoonbill)
down in a gumtree's shade.***


* Tailor is a good eating fish
** Wombats can be considered bears
*** Gumtrees are Eucalypts

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

You never fail to amuse and educate and oh so poetically! t x

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