O the Gibbelobhurs they came out of the wall
they were shapeless and slimy and stood two feet tall
and I said to myself, I don't like this at all
for each claw on their pedipalps held a small plastic doll.
They were looking for Mary and Meghan and me.
Said they had a nice gift that they'd give to us three
as they oozed close around us and tickled my knee
and the stain that they left was the shape of a tree.
Well they didn't have fangs and they didn't have spines
but the claws that they had dressed them up to the nines
so we screamed and we kicked and we broke through their lines.
For a Gibbelobhur starts to drool when he dines.
Then my mother came in and she said with a sigh,
"Place nice with your friends or you're all going to die.
The messes you cause make me just want to cry.
Would your friends like to stay for some Gibbelobhur Pie?"
So the short slimy monsters donned a measure of calm.
Said so sorry, can't stay, have a date with a bomb.
And they backed through the wall with a dash of aplomb,
For not even a monster will mess with my mom.
Copyright © 2003 Jerry Wright