WAYWARD WALLABY

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WAYWARD WALLABY

On Monday morn before five am

Meaning to beat the busy traffic,

Not intending to cause mayhem,

A wallaby went hop, hop, hopping,

Decided against stop, stop, stopping.

At the toll gates eight lanes converged

And that was where the traffic merged

On the famous Sydney Harbor Bridge.

Was it heading for the Opera House

Way down below on the southern ridge?

The cops woke up and became busy.

This strange event caused quite a tizzy.

One stopped playing his favorite song,

Radioed cars, " Check Point Bennelong.

Men, have you seen what's hopping along?"

First thoughts were he'd escaped from the zoo

But that was proven not to be true.

Perhaps the intrepid macropod

That was out of place and looked quite odd

Left the golf course back in Cammeray

To do some sight seeing for the day

But, never you mind and don't dismay.

A vet checked him out on that same day.

Very soon he was hopping around

But banned, for sure, from Sydney town.

January17, 2018

Dedicated to my cousin, Phillip, in Tassie in appreciation

for sending me the news clipping, the inspiration for this poem