Coarse Haired Wombats

They are fun,

Since they are blond, like the sand, 

When they wiggle their bodies

It’s the funniest thing that you have ever seen.

The wind comes by

But he is sad…

Something red he sees far away,

The war is passing, day by day,

As despair and sadness filled the air.

There is only fire and no good care to find,

So careless so miserable

Lands fighting each other

As he continues to

Suffer…

“Please end, Please end”

He says with fear

“I am afraid it might not end, Dear”

Like roasted beef, he lay down

He was scared and tired with a frown.