here's anothery of mine. i put one on a while ago, but forgot to put it on this thread.
getting a bit muddle-headed as i approach the next topic.
we've had some good rains here and the land is rejoicing - the wombat dances on his warren and the energy is amazing. he sort of stands there and stomps, and there's this roaring of energy that is only just not audible as sound. land magic.
my name is wally wombat
my home is underground
this way, along the footpath -
i’d like to show you round!
the outside isn’t much, i know,
mud-walls, a crumbling dome,
a dancing floor, a middens heap,
but still, it’s home sweet home.
and once you get inside the door,
it's done up really neat:
smooth walls, slate floors - we've used pink batts
to moderate the heat.
just hang your hat beside the door
and let me take your coat
and here’s a nice cold drink of beer
to wet your dusty throat.
here’s wilma, warren, wanda,
yeah, with all me mates and rellies,
we had some rain the other day,
that’s why they’re wearing wellies.
through there’s my private quarters,
there’s nothing much to see,
my bed, computer, bike and shower
and place to watch tv.
it’s small, and cosy, clean enough,
a solid roof above,
a place to bring my sheilas when
i’m in the mood for love.
that winding tunnel, dark and deep
goes nearly half a mile
it leads to ritual chambers
which we enter single file
my clan have occupied this mound
for long millennia, mate,
and will for many thousands more ,
it is our families’ fate!
this spiral staircase, leading down
is where our cellars are -
uh, some commend our wine-list,
‘dyou like to taste, m’shah?
freezer, fridge and cool-room
where we keep our salads cool,
tennis court and billiards, and
a spa and swimming-pool
i am a happy wombat,
hardworking, honest, true!
thanks for dropping in on me,
yeah, that was good of you.
i have enjoyed your company
drop in again, one day
there’ll be an ice cold beer for you
and ‘g’day, mate!’ we’ll say!