Brian was a Bog Monster.
His skin was green and yellow.
But, apart from the fact that he ate people,
He was a fairly decent fellow.
His eyes, all seven, pointed
Every which way but straight,
And hanging from his teeth were bits
Of the last three people he ate.
Snot ran, constantly, from his nose
And puddled on his lip,
And, if Brian was ever thirsty,
He liked to take a sip.
His claws were long and pointy
With poison at the tip
That would paralyse you,
Helplessly,
With just a little nip.
His skin was rough and scaly.
His hair was spiked and black.
And bubbling boils and septic spots
(with pus the colour of his snot)
Festered on his back.
Mushrooms grew between his toes,
He liked them garnished with a fart,
And they made a perfect salad dip
For his breakfast body parts.
But, really, he's a decent chap
Who doesn't want to fight.
It's not HIS fault he's a Bog Monster
And can't help taking a bite!n.i
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Zits'n'Bits
PoesíaAn offbeat collection of poetry for children of all ages! Meet Mojo Jojo, Arnold Rimble and the spider on your ceiling! And watch out for the zits and farts along the way!
