They jump around from here to there,
As if they didn't have a care…
They even box in self-defence…
And have been known to lose some friends…
I've seen them only on TV
And pray to God they don't fight me…
Or I'd be flat upon the floor…
And too far gone to know the score…
You see, I know I'm prone to lose…
They're flipping big, those kangeroos!
Denis Martindale February 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem