In
2008 I wrote 11-line riddles on the tribes at Fitzroy Community School: dingo,
echidna, kangaroo, koala, platypus. Reading these aloud at Poetry Meeting this
year I was told there is now Wombats. Okay, wombats. Here is the result:
emerges from round hole to round whole/ a waddle a lurch a buffet/ gentle giant
on four paws/ breakfasts on moonlit tussocks/ shapeless shape of hairy cloud/ stubborn
bundle it avoids the crowd/ yet warms to its own kind one on one/ oh on what
slopes come snow/ or shine it will incline to/ bumble rumble tumble humble home/
the wombat
Monday, 6 September 2021
Wombat
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