Poems

The Grumblegart.

Down in the deepest, darkest bog,
Down where the air is nought but fog,
Down where the leaves are always brown,
Down where the careless divers drown.

Here where the ground is thick with sludge,
Here where the reckless walkers trudge,
Here lives a creature strong and smart,
Here lives the creature Grumblegart.

The Grumblegart, he hides so well,
The Grumblegart; no sound or smell,
The Grumblegart with teeth like knives,
The Grumblegart devours lives.

The eyes can’t see the Grumble kind,
The eyes can look, but they won’t find.
The eyes that hide, alas, see you,
The eyes of darkest midnight blue.

If you are caught your end is firm,
If you are blessed and do not squirm,
If he is keen, he’ll chew you fast,
If you have luck the pain won’t last.

Should you be sweet he’ll savour you,
Should he lack greed he’ll mind each chew,
Should you believe, it’s best you pray,
Should he decide to lunch all day.

Turn from the bog avoid its ruse,
Turn from the danger that ensues,
Turn now and run, and don’t look back,
Turn fore the Grumblegart attack.

Here where the ground is thick with sludge,
Here where the reckless walkers trudge,
Here lives a creature strong and smart,
Here lives the creature Grumblegart.

Gregory Lawrence.

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