I hit a kangaroo
My knees were scrunched
My car was crunched
He smelled a bit like poo.
He looked at me and glared
I looked right back and stared.
He kicked my car
It didn't go far
But I was pretty scared.
"Whatcha doin,' mate?"
He said to me right straight.
"I'm walking here,
So learn to steer,
Or stay behind the gate."
I couldn't lift my jaw
For what I heard and saw.
A talking roo:
Absurd, but true.
I let out a guffaw.
And to this day, I swear,
When I go anywhere,
He waits for me.
I hope I'll see
My kangaroo standing there.
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