John Streeter Manifold
Guess Who? - Poem by John Streeter Manifold
From billabong or pond
he serenades the moon
upon his small bassoon;
the moon does not respond
but in the hope she might
he keeps it up all night.
The meatworker in magpie suit
goes home and practices his flute
ten times on end he will begin
the Bridal March from Lohengrin,
or make the Kookaburra smile
by his attempts at Fairest Isle.
He needs both industry and skill
the satisfy his hunger
did he run up that monstrous bill
of his at the fishmonger?
In arrogance and outward show
but not in brains he's strong;
olive above and white below
with either eye a crimson glow
he's waiting here, for figs to grow
upon a currajong
in intellect no less than colour
the female bird is even duller.
1. Bull Frog
4. Fig Bird
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