Poetry corner

The Shoddy Monster – by Chesney Flatiron

Terrible workmanship

He had never seen a nose,
Look quite as strange as that,
A question to him it did pose,
A thinking under hat

Now he looked the ears were poor,
The eyes were not all there,
Feet that shouldn’t touch the floor,
And hands that were not paired

The more he looked the more he found,
The faults the fizgog featured,
The torso it was far too round,
A funny looking creature

Because the stitching was so rough,
This time he’d save the lightning,
Formaldehyde’s expensive stuff,
The next beast would be frightening