Sector Vector Ejector
In this one thing all others meet
This 'thing' with callused monstrous feet
Hairy hands and scaly back
Drooling mouth and smoker's hack
A thing so vile to behold
That children, when the tale is told,
Shake with fear and wet the bed
At the thought of being fed
Into the creature's gaping maw
To undergo digestion, raw
In rancid yellow stomach juice
Which greases them for bowelly sluice
Around which they will twist and turn
Until, at last excreted, learn
That frightened children should not sleep
Without at first counting their sheep
Who leap fences in a farmy dance
And gently nudge tots into trance
Of sleep that monsters still invade
In dreams where darkest fears are played
Of things with hairy hands and feet
And a nasty ewe with a killer bleat
| Contributors: | mikestand, F, Padfoot, Big Andy, Beefy, Lee, jm, Kansas Sam, W. Brad Carter, chaise, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 16th January 2004 by Anon.. |