Whaling about,
I’m feeling blue –
Don’t ruffle my feathers,
Life’s a beach!
J.R.Poulter/J.R.McRae said…
I don’t know what to make of this
A whale away beached in the outback.
Are they thinking of ship’s of the sands,
‘Cause,
Well, I always thought
that meant camels?
And emus
Well, they’re on our coat of arms
Aren’t they?
Do we have to export
EVERYTHING Aussie!?!
Kathryn Apel said…
grey swirls
as whale
fluke crests
the rolling waves
of green
leafy shrubs
all at sea
upon dry
sand
Janeen Brian said…
Were you the sole survivor?
Seeking refuge from ocean plunderers
did you scale the red-bloodied cliffs of the Bight
and reach
the Nullarbor Plain . . .?
Belka said…
Cutting costs mean
cheaper exports
lower fuel bills
and fewer wages
to pay.
A country
that shall be nameless
requested emus
to lessen the carbon imprint
so we sent them
from Eucla
via a whale.
http://belka37.blogspot.com
Sally Murphy said…
One cold wet day
in Eucla
I wrote a postcard home
“Having a wail of a time”
At home
they thought I’d made
a spelling error.
But I, after two days driving in the rain,
was disconsolate
And the whale?
Though unexpected,
it did – almost – bring
a smile to my face.
Thanks to all who contributed this week, and throughout the month. The verse off has been lots of fun. Check back later this week where there’ll be a special post revisiting all the efforts of the past month.