Garden Shoes of the Vaudeville Monsters
Monsters in the garden
Are busy munching weeds
They're names are Zwig and Biggle
I keep them both on leads
I buy them orthopedic shoes
And nylons by the score
And dress them up in tutus
Then boot them out the door
Roaming through the streets
They frighten gentle souls
They do not mean to scare
Or snack on cotton bolls
They whistle, too--a bit off key
And often sing duets
And sometimes they will stroke you
Then bum your cigarettes
They are an impish pair and yet
They're warm and loving, too
So pat them on their pointed heads
I guarantee they'll mew
Contributors: | Francine, N, Larry B, F, Kansas Sam, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 6th August 2003. |