The Wigglesnot
The wigglesnot begins slithering through the crowd
Pushing costumed idiots out of his way.
He is rude and crude, and exceedingly loud.
What more can I add or say?
What is it? The masked children ask with a bit of fright.
They have never seen anything this blatantly obscene.
It is the wigglesnot, I reply, he only appears on Halloween night.
He is shaped like stripped porcupine, and his eyes are green.
He wears an orange hat with blue spikes upside down on his head.
He rides a bike which he uses to push children out of his way.
His eyes are curiously awful, ugly, hideous, like the undead.
What else can I add? What else do you need? What else can I say?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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