MEEPS DINNER TIME
Meep stood still his eyes,Taking in the surrounding.
As though he didn't care,
The nose on his face twitched.
Breathing in nuclear particles,
While glands under each arm
breathed out air.
He could feel the foreboding,
Someone was definitely there.
He's companion's stood beside him,
Moving quicker than they seen.
He stood Infront of them,
With his armoured back.
Protection from the gun firing men,
When they stopped to reload.
He was suddenly amongst them,
Quicker than they could believe.
There guns were like toys to meep,
Opening up his snarling mouth.
There was nothing they could do,
Meep calmly bit there rifles in half
And then began to chew.
It was the strangest sight I've ever seen,
Three terrified men crying as they ran away.
As for meep he climbed aboard,
Cheeselets home made wagon,
Then went back to sleep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-24 at 16:59
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