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SNOW DROPPER HOPPER
The dogs drove the 'roo up from the creek,
He'd been feeding there for about a week,
They stirred him up and he headed for our back
yard,
Cleared the gate, clipped the garbage can,
Upset the coop - hens squawked and ran,
Hit our high back fence and doubled back fast
and hard.
We called off the hounds though they whined
disgust,
Still all fired up with hunting lust -
Their quarry leapt and fell through the laundry
line,
Careered away like some shooting star
Wearing the wife's new lacy bra,
His head stuck through a red silk shirt of
mine!
My woman wailed and wrung her hands,
'They cost the earth, came straight from France'
I jumped in the ute and spun those wheels
around,
Bouncing down the road, not far ahead
A flickering spot of crimson fled,
I gunned the motor and started gaining ground.
He veered to the left, I dogged his trail,
Windscreen swiped by his heavy tail
As he ducked and weaved and flew for the
timbered rise,
Right on his heels, foot down full,
I roared my rage like an angry bull
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The red shirt fluttered and teased before my
eyes.
At the top of the ridge he seemed to prop
Then gathered himself for a mighty hop,
I charged right at him like a runaway Bondi
tram,
He disappeared - there was nothing there
Beneath the truck just empty air
A shuddering crash - I sank in a mud filled
dam!
Reports come in from far out west
Of a big red 'roo with a torn red vest,
( Truck's written off - it's a useless mangled
wreck! )
Just hope the wife will never know
In that same wild mob a small blue doe
Wears fine French lace and frills on her furry
neck!
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