Once upon a platypus
In the lands of Amber Sun. . .
An empty-bellied platypus
Side’s to side’s she’d have some fun!

Yes, I must readjust my fare of foods!
River prawn just doesn’t fill. . .
Those wiggly worms,  I cannot catch. . .
And these yabbies pinch my bill!

She felt upon a Concord bunch, waddling
No eyes, no ears, no nose. . .
She sensed their plump of purpleness
Amid the yore bury, orchard rows

Now, Pratel is this?
I’ve come across. . .Never, did my eyes did see!
You know my belly is too empty for a platypus. . .
Ha! But not for long I be!

Seriatim. . . how she gathered them. . .
A store within her cheeks!
Only to return to the river’s edge
One bonzer feeding feast!

Grapes from vine, O’ I ne’er dined. . .
No shrimp, I’ll ever eat!
No emptied-bellied platypus here. . .
It is all I can do,  to speak!

Belly full, Aye!...she had her fun. . .
So pleased to call it a night!
That platypus curled and burrowed in, maffling

“ My tomorrow,  let’s do rice. . . ”

Copyright 2010
Kimmy Van Kooten