“Blue Tongue Tales” by Pat Simmons

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Blue Tongue Tales

In a warm suburban garden the blue tongue lizards meet

to talk about the goings on up and down the street.

Other creatures listen, green tree frogs and snails.

Possums peek between the leaves to hear the blue tongue tales.

 

What about young Billy Blue Tongue? They say he’s running wild.

He won’t go hunting with his Dad. He is a lazy child.

He sneaks up to the humans’ house at number forty-four

and eats the cat’s food from its dish – yes right outside their door.

 

‘My Tim hangs out at thirty-seven,’ Mrs. Tree Frog said,

‘they play loud music which he loves. He just won’t come to bed.

He hip hops up and down their path, the silly little joker.

The problem is he wants to be a rapper, not a croaker.’

 

By now a crowd has gathered to join in the conversation.

‘Without a doubt our children are the Urban Generation,’

sighs Mrs. Barbara Bandicoot whose wayward daughter, Lou

has dug a deep and messy hole at number twenty-two.

 

In a warm suburban garden the blue tongue lizards meet

to talk about the goings on up and down the street.

Other creatures listen, green tree frogs and snails.

Possums peek between the leaves to hear the blue tongue tales.

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