Early this morning round about eight
I took an adventure into the unknown
I had no inkling what would await
Deep in a forest, that was all overgrown.
The trail looked quite appealing
How could I resist?
So I swallowed the feeling
of dangers cold fist.
It started out fine,
Past eucalyptis and pine
I thought to myself this is better than
grape juice
Then deeper I went into jugle gaboo
I found many things
but say is taboo.
Onward I journeyed when lo and behold,
way above my head
something started to scold.
A monkey? a snake? a squagalamird?
to my dissapointment it was only a bird
I was on the lookout for a bushbaby too
I had heard of their dwellings
in this jugle gaboo
Then something tubly caught my ear.
There must be some water somewhere up there
So I pushed onward without any fear
Through brables and vines I was hoping wouldn't tear. (my clothes)
At last I found it, that bubbling brook
that plunged over a cliff
How beautiful to the look.
Micheal Fay would be jealous,
if he could go where I do
on my adventures into jugle gaboo.
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Dearest Brother, this poem is a delight!
ReplyDeleteYou must write more in the middle of the night.
What is that!? A gaboo?
All these years I thought a gaboo was you!
LOL! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could go foraging in the gaboo, with you, hoo - hoo!
You are so cool.
ReplyDeleteYou have a generous helping of creative genius sir Andrew!
ReplyDeleteGood one Master Fisher :)
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