THE MONSTER

Deep into that darkness diagramming

I sketched something queer slamming

That was a monster emerging out on the sheet

I wonder why I could smell his yucky feet

His nose was leaking into mouth with mucus

He's not any popular thing like Brutus

He dig a hole in his hand to breath and took off his nose

He carries a strange stink wherever he goes

When I was finding a position to draw his brain

I agreed he has nothing to keep him sane

An amoeba doesn't have to worry about figure

But my monster has his belly too bigger

Well who cares I'm not allowing him to do belly dance

I'm rejecting all his ugly requests in advance

There's one thing common in monster and the poop

Both come without an invitation to snoop

Oh you know the reason why monsters stay ugly

They don't want princess to fall for them smugly

It's not mine but my pencil's fault to draw any flaw

I'm unashamed to tell you how terrible I draw

My creations