The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed-
Big-Foot is a Leg-Eend
In its own time!
Yeren for a long winter
when the abdominable
snowman just sasquatch
of his feet yeti
chowed down another
bigfoot long hotdog
There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
The place is too bloody dry
The river
Just a dip in the dirt
No water
To ruffle its skirt
There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Water that is
Comes a thousand feet below
Boiling hot
Steaming
On a stinking hot day
Smelling of sulphur
Not fit for a crested cockatoo
There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
The nearby lake
Um
Fifty K’s away
Dry as a skate bowl
I walk to the middle
Past Emu’s that huddle
Under a lone tree
Panting
No energy
To run away
There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Which is a pity
As they might eat all the kiddies
Who bleat and bleat
To call their ma
There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Althou some of the old folk
Could be mistaken for
All that time spent
Chasing those nuts
Could turn you into
A Yowie
At Yowah
Finding Bigfoot
(The Northwest has the Big Foot)
By Franklin Price
4/24/2015
The Northwest has the Big Foot
The Yeti's in Nepal
In Florida's the skunk ape
There's a monster for us all
Australia has the Yowie
There's a monster in Loch Ness
I've heard that some who've seen them
In their pants have made a mess
We have a need for monsters
Without them life's a bore
Continents except Antarctica
Have one and maybe more
Writers are enthralled by them
The camera seeks them out
Not to get a picture
Makes a picture taker pout
If you have an interest
Travel out to where they are
If you prove that one exists
You will be a movie star
They had gathered at a spooky castle,
The moon was full and bright,
Located on the Scottish moor
The party started late at night.
The werewolf was there
With his hair done out with gell,
Lochy arrived in his scale-mobile,
His green outfit looked so swell.
Vampires from Transylvania
Sat in the corner drinking blood,
The Yetie and the Yowie
Were dancing with a thud.
The Tasmanian Devil was screaming
As he did a loop-de-loop,
His dancing really out of hand
As he landed in Sasquatch's soup.
The monster music suddenly stopped,
Everyone stood and looked in awe,
You see it was the party host,
The Headless Ghost from County Core.
"Do not stop for me my friends,
Fun you're having I can see,
But if you spot a head that looks quite dead
Kindly return it here to me."
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