There lived in an old gum tree log
my uncle Wombat with his wife.
Their boarder was a happy frog
who sang and danced to make their life
into long periods of pure joy
he paid no rent but helped around
the place and babysat the boy
who laid his pretzels on the ground
instead of on the roof with care
it was required to comply
since wombat turds are very square
but little wombat was too shy.
So frog did demonstrate the action
depositing thin greenish things
he did though miss by one small fraction
and one of froggie's little strings
fell on Old Wombat's furry head
as he was checking the front door.
So he looked up and slowly said
'You guys will stop now, shit no more
it's bedtime now, so come inside.'
And then they snuggled, as above
200 turds, extremely square
were keeping warm the log of love
and Papa Wombat said: 'A bear
does not have any brains at all
he stands up straight in awful sight
and lets his giant sausage fall
and when he beds down for the night
he does not have a house as cozy
as we do, since we have our skills
that's why a wombat's nose is rosy
and bears big sniffers look like dills.'
I bet that Bush and Tony Blair
and leaders of some other nations
have no idea that it is square
and serves them well as insulation.
So now you know that wombat shit
does not fall down off wombat logs
once placed it stays and that is it
and wombats live with little frogs.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wombat-news/
