Devil Pox

I hunted through the sclerophyll forest, 

Looking for meat to eat,

I see flowers gone by the florist,

I hear the rain beat.

I sleep soundly, 

But the next morning,

I feel little bumps in my mouth roundly,

My friends surround me, scorning.

I can’t eat, it hurts!

The bumps get bigger,

I can’t chew cockroach dessert,

When I can’t swallow anything, I jigger.

I don’t eat and starve,

My stomach aching,

I see a kangaroo in carve,

It’s just heart-breaking.

Three months later, still the same,

Except I starve and feel lifeless,

I sleep and dream of an aim,

But I stay asleep with no success.