It's Father's day today,
his wife, known everywhere
as Mother Wombat
reminded him, which was
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A wombat rested in the shade
a breeze rose off the Murray,
he sipped some Mango Lemonade
and was not in a hurry.
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I step into the meadow gingerly,
though heavy are my feet from grief,
wild things surround me, stars
drift in, like teenage boys, the sky,
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The snot ran slowly, in rivulets,
coloured by staph and streptococci,
mixed in haphazard way, down
and came to rest within the coarse
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My friends, I really must confess
my life has been a sordid mess.
She bought, at Pierre's, a brand new dress
it was expensive, can you guess?
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The priest wanted her to undress
but she said, I will do so unless
you have sinister plans
for my pots and my pans,
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There once was a land of great folks
who forever were telling good jokes.
When for breakfast they had
scrambled eggs (it's no fad) ,
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He had, as Shakespeare said
at last he'd had it.
He closed the book to make
as clean a sweep as he could do.
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