The Wooded Zoodle
Have you met the Wooded Zoodle?
To what can it compare?
It walks upon it’s crooked legs;
It’s back covered in hair.
So empty are it’s beady eyes,
Akin to a great white;
It lurks in wooded shadows,
To never be seen in the light.
The Zoodle eats the ugly things,
That humans toss at whim;
It eats the clippings of your toes,
And saves your deadened skin.
So if you like to walk the woods,
Don’t ever go alone;
It waits to taste a fresh new finger,
Or eat your funny bone.
The Zoodle doesn’t like grown ups,
For they’re too big to eat;
So if you go a-wandering,
Bring one to watch your feet.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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