WOOGLE DOOGLE MONSTER



THE WOOGLE DOOGLE MONSTER

The Woogle Doogle Monster
(I think he is still living under my bed) carved from oak with acrylic paint

My Woogle Doogle Monster

is a curious sight to see—

he’s mean and crude

and grumbly,

but he hangs around with me.

 

His teeth are yellow,

green, and blue,

all drippy‑slimy gooey goo,

he walks just like an ape would do

and never shows up right on cue.

 

His arms are big and hairy,

and his belly’s round and wide,

and if you saw him in the dark

you’d probably run and hide.

 

He snorts his little snootily,

gives his chin a twitchy spin,

and then—oh dear,

oh heavens—

he lets out gas again.

He’s rude and loud and messy,

a bit grumpy,

a bit mean,

awfully round and rumbly,

and decidedly not clean.

But monsters come in many forms,

in colors, shapes,

and play—

and my Woogle Doogle Monster?

He’s perfect in his way.

ROBERT MARGETTS