Ararat Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Ararat



Ararat wasn't happy,
wasn't what it was,
was ashamed how fat it became.
A TV game* came and offered hope,
and they skipped rope
to Australia's acclaim.

I watch it on and off,
the taking off and putting on,
and though I'm not a strict adherent,
I'm rooting with Australia,
for Ararat to lose its fat,
and become thin and Ararin.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
* The Biggest Loser. The show has chosen a dozen or so of the obese of the town of Ararat for its latest gameshow.
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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