A Poem with Bounce (Half Baked)

From my collection of Humour and Nonsense "Half Baked"

Here is a tale from when I was a kid
'bout old Ma Supial , she's no slouch,
Raised her kids alone she did
Raised them in a pouch

They kicked and screamed, quite a bit
Which hurt her deep inside
But she never, ever thought to quit
Though in the sun she fried

I have to say she moaned a lot
As she bounced along the plain
But her Joey's meant a lot to her
And her instinct kept her sane

So here's to her, our Mother Roo,
Queen of all Australia
I think I'll have to run outside
And pick for her a Dahlia

© Philip G. Bell

Wow! You are very talented! I feel very flattered to be among you guys, that are so talented!
Hugs,
Lanaia

You are very kind Lanaia, I am so glad you enjoyed this.
I am also a fan of your poetry. (I do enjoy dark poetry)

Philip