Wombat Combat

There was a terrible (amusing and terrible) story out yesterday, about a wombat that attacked a man who was still getting over his injuries from the terrible bush-fires. The wombat took it too far (after being accidentally stood on) and there were terrible consequences. The full story is here. Terrible.


You've been through burns and mayhem
Your stump is kind of black
You've opened up the flywire door
To quietly step out the back

And there upon the threshold
Covering your mat
Is something unexpected
A killer, hairy wombat

But your mind has gone and wondered
You're not looking down
And stepping out to take the air
You stand on the hairy clown

The wombat doesn't like this
He takes exception to the move
Then takes a nice big chunk from your stump
And leaves a shocking groove

You go down like so much sacksa
Howling and in fright
The grey aggressive bastard
Moves in for another bite

It's not often that you say this
“Lucky the neighbourhood maniac was about”
The axe wielding one, (with problems)
He comes and sorts it out

It'll never be an Easter Show Attraction
The competitive wombat chop
But when they've got the mange and the taste for blood
It's so hard to make them stop