my weird monster
that thing in my closet
which isn't clothes
is beyond my comprehension
and without any toes
it smells really weird
and it has a green beard
with tiny eyes that mesmerise
and a strange liking for pies
oh what oh what could it be
could it have come from the sea?
with its big floppy ears as flippers
and its many many zippers?
oh what could it be?
hm.
on a lonely moss green hill
was pelican joe
a pelican with, a big purple nose
he stubbed his toes
and broke his bones
and no, no, no, he didn't know
that no, no, joe, he wasn't alone!
a cloud of dust
the smell of rust
twas monster gory gus
of utter, utter disgust
said gus ' im gonna catch you fast,
for dinner at last!'
and no, no, no, joe didn't know
that no, no, joe, you aren't alone!
My flightq
a tad bit squeezy,
a tad too full
a tad too sleepy
i'm scared i'll drool
the plane's a roaring
i feel a move
a tug a bump
and off we go!
-fk
the singing toes
alas, from my feet, came a noise
so bewildering, yet with poise
a chorus, a tune
from tonedeafness, quite immune.
i stared down at the high pitched commotion
and was touched by their devotion,
my toes, all toes, altos.
-fk
