My Monster Poem
February 1, 2005

Out of the garden, you nasty slug!
You meddling twinkie on legs,
Consuming the fruits of others' labor.
A glimmering trail of nasty slime,
I know it was you,
Your slimey eyes poking through
A shakey facade of innocence.

[comes with a perty picture, which I need to scan later! : 3]