Keith Shorrocks Johnson
Grubby Grub - Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson
I love to cook two crispy snacks
Of Aussie grub and Kiwi tucker,
But the little crawlies both have knacks
Of gumming up my cooker.
I seek them out of bush and tree,
I send out east and west;
But after they’ve been twigged and logged for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till three,
For I am busy then,
But scoff them down at dins and tea,
When hunger strikes again.
But different folk have different strokes:
I know a person small —
She keeps a tub of crawling grubs,
Who get no rest at all!
She dines on them in cakes and pies,
And scarcely bats her eyes —
A dozen Huhus, two of Witchettys,
And seven scores of Whys!
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