FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry

MONSTERS (F, S)

Free pain, sorrow rain

Flow mingling down my brow

As I cringe behind the staircase from my foe

He stands ten feet tall

Without any boots on at all

And has a small wart on his big toe

And He laughs so long at my dreadful plight

That I don't really know how long I can stand there hiding

Without a dreadful scream of fright

And my toes they quiver and shake

And bones begin to ache

And I wonder why I ever came

To see such a terrible sight

And he still stands ten feet tall

Without any boots on at all

And he has a long big quiver

Of big brass bolts for his crossbow by the door

Yes his nose is long and sharp

And he has a horn right out of his head

( This is part of his dread )

His name is Grork, or is that Snork

Cause I can't tell

All I know is that he can scare you all to hell

And he still stands ten feet tall

Without any boots on at all

So ! He's got two sets of feet on each leg

So his balance is quite strange

And He's got quite a range of toes, or I suppose

For really I don't know

As I never did see his toes

For I was so afraid

I hope you see

That I left as soon as I could

And so would anyone with scenes

Who had been in his presents

So He still stands ten feet tall

With my boots on one foot

That's all.