Tammy Armstrong Poet Rhyme

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.

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