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Author Topic: SEPT/OCT: 1. Native animals or 2. Their nemesis...Feral pests...  (Read 1918 times)
Bernard de Silva
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« on: September 18, 2007, 12:53:19 PM »

   “ TALLYHO….AND PIP, PIP…”

So it’s hey pretty kitty…
bring on a bunny or two.
Rule Britannia and don’t wash your sox…
No pests?...no problem, we’ll bring a few…
Tallyho, pip, pip…while warm ale we sip…
Tallyho, to the hunt…now bring on the fox…

Let’s set the blame, right fair where it rests,
with that grand sparring partner, the ‘Pom’.
Because nobody jests, if we talk feral pests,
and that’s, where most options came from.

Most it’s a shame, Aussie wears the result,
their pests now spread from strait to strait.
Now feral the cult…that’s the ‘Pom’s’ fault,
it’s our Native animals to suffer cruel fate.

Yes it’s hey pretty kitty,
bring on a bunny or two.
Rule Britannia and don’t wash your sox…
No pests?...no problem, we’ll bring a few…
Tallyho, pip, pip…while warm ale we sip…
Tallyho, to the hunt…now bring on the fox…

©. Copyright:  Bernard de Silva…17-Sep-07.
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« Reply #1 on: October 15, 2007, 01:27:00 PM »

Illegal Immigrant
(c) Manfred Vijars - September 2007

I'm writing in sheer desperation
dear Fluffy is missing you see
I've searched high and low and can't find her
I'm certain she's no escapee.

The kids sit distraught and are crying
they consider her much more like kin
She's quiet and shy and so cuddly
now missing much to our chagrin.

The letter received said, "Dear Madam,
in keeping with our Feral Code,
your cat has been moved to Port Headland
to the Feline Detention Abode.

She's already made her application
to the Department for Feral Affairs
Her forms were all processed adroitly
by marsupials working in pairs.

She's on trial for stalking the natives
with hungry intent in her eye -
to remain here in permanent status,
I'm afraid she won't qualify.

She's terrorised our smaller creatures
and their numbers are in rapid decline
our bilbies and woylies and boodies
are all sport for this evil feline.

Our fauna is not to be eaten
and is strictly off limits as food
'cept what's on our National emblem
we'll allow 'people' some latitude.

It's been found out through DNA testing
her ancestors hailed from the Nile
All those with such mid eastern backgrounds
have turned all the locals hostile

Her kind are now feral boat mammals
illegal and banned refugees
It's feared that they'll soon take us over
so don't weaken or fall for their pleas.

They will try very hard to persuade you
with purring and large rounded eyes
and lashings of smiling affection
but don't be fooled by their disguise

We've found that no matter what training
or culture correction she gets
this feline Fluffy Bin Laden
has shown not one ounce of regret

As she has no Patriotic commitment
to keeping the natives from harm
so, Fluffy will be decommissioned
tell the kids that she's "gone to the farm".
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« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2007, 02:59:03 PM »

~ the cane toad ~
therese mitchell

in the thirties they imported them
to control the beetle pest
truth be told, the farmers
believed that they knew best

unfortunately they were wrong
they've now spread south and west
instead of clearing beetless
they themselves, have become the pest

they are poison to our'natives'
any who eat them, end up dead
folks employ all kinds of methods
in an attempt to curb their spread

i've often seen a four iron
used to set to flight
and rid a cherished garden
of this menace of the night

i've been known to use some salt
to make them turn and flee
when they have come, unwanted
i wish them miles away from me

with a lavish dusting from a shaker
(I don't know if i oughta)
but, it has the desired effect
of them heading off for water

by far the most effective way
one that really is quite fun
is to run them over, with a car
'the only good toad is a flat one!'
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« Reply #3 on: October 26, 2007, 03:59:42 PM »

~ possum ~
therese mitchell

i've heard you playing up above
and saw what was left of my rose bush
i swore that i'd, give you the shove
when you ignored my pleas to SUSH!

you'd eat the mangos off my tree
and raided the dogs dish
i'd pray for a way out of my misery
a full nights sleep, my fondest wish

but suburbia has built up around
now most of the trees have been hacked
and god, how i hate the sound
as the chainsaws the first thing unpacked

yes, now i get to sleep the night through
but i'd give it all up, as i miss you
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