Wednesday, 18 January 2012

the quick thing


The quick thing slithered, slid and slank
Where it had been was cold and dank
Where it had been was cold and dank
where it had been was barren and stark
Where it had been really stank
It may be quick but it is also large mean it was bigger than a barge
It was huger than a giant
and it's back was very pliant
which meant it could bend and seem small
and you wouldn't find it in the hall
It could hide inside your pocket
Then grow quickly like a rocket.
And if you smelt good like children do
It might turn you into goo
and suck you up or into two
or small enough so it could chew
your arms, your legs, your head and guts
It would swallow you like nuts
you'd be gone and it would grow
Because it was quick and you were slow.

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