Buddy Dog And Kangaroo Poem by Douglas Scotney

'Put It In Your Jaw',
she called it,
the local restaurant,
and 'Rigor Mortis:
You've Had It Before You've Had It';
and they called her 'The Thicket',
for the hair above her lip.

She gave me a job to do:
to look after
Buddy dog and kangaroo.

Buddy,
couldn't leave it in his dish,
had to drag it on the floor.

Beau Angles, the kangaroo,
made me really sore,
jumping up and down
and dumping the place inside.
(Don't let her know,
but I took him for a ride
and let him go.)

Dirty bloody Buddy:
I locked him out
and fed him through the door.
And couldn't give a damn!

I couldn't live
how those animals wanted me to,
Bloody dog
and Gross Ankles the kangaroo.