The Wuder-Flabbergoo
A pair of eyes, a dozen mouthsA set of noses too
Just the normal things to find
On Wuder-Flabbergoos!
A dozen iron noserings
With a slab of golden eyes
Are simple accessorizing
Of the creature and his guise
A mountain top of skulls 'n bones
A phone booth on a rock
The simple place he calls a home
Well, that and a tube sock
A tube sock! A tube sock?
My God man, what's it for?
Just a tiny thing he owns
A tube sock, but no more
A polkadotted pogo stick
An antelope that sings
Are just some household items
Why, do you not have these things?
The gentle Wuder-Flabbergoo
Is just misunderstood
You would be just like him
If you thought you tasted good
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-22 at 01:04
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