ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Wendy’s Wishful Alliterative Wandering

© David Campbell 31/08/17

When Wendy went walking with Walter
she hoped it might lead to the altar,
but some slithering snakes
caused a fit of the shakes
and footsteps that started to falter.

Through grass trees we call Xanthorrhoea
those adders slid silently near,
so she ran like the wind,
but fell over and skinned
her nice knobbly knees and her rear.

On frosty ground she lay there crying,
so Walter’s heart melted, and, sighing,
he said: “Wen, will we wed
when the winter has fled,
and nature’s mad moods aren’t so trying?”

Great stuff David!

Is this the perfect marriage of alliteration and hyperbole??

Cheers
Shelley

David, how did you know I have knobbly knees?

my mind is in active overdrive wondering what caused this poem to eventuate. I would also like to know how you knew about Wendy's knees - knobbly or otherwise

Very well done David - very witty and right on the mark

Thanks, Shelley and Maureen. And:

When knobbly knees make an impression
a man has to show some discretion
and refrain from a claim
that might blacken his name,
so, Wendy, there’ll be no confession.

Cheers
David

David, never would I think
you're less than gallant with your ink!
Sir David of the noble pen,
a beacon for all menfolk, Wen

Hmmmmm Methink they do protest too much