Slugger Mugger Poem

I have gained so much wicked delight creating an imaginary beast to be feared and loathed -and then writing a poem where this creature became a central character in the telling.

This is why I refer to the 'making' of poetry. Words and ideas are rehearsed and rolled around in the writer's mind before they emerge. You want them to fit the mood of the poem. You want the best words you can imagine to land on the page.

A lot of inward chuckling accompanied my writing of this poem. I was also enjoying myself. Talk about conflicted. I feel this is my Frankenstein moment. This is my cautionary tale. Hope you like it.

And, if you don't eat your greens- be afraid, be very afraid!

Slugger-Mugger

The Slugger-Mugger’s coming

Slugger-Mugger

The Slugger- Mugger’s coming

Sliding in on slime

The Slugger- Mugger’s coming

The conditions are just right

The moon is hidden by the clouds

There’s very little light

The Slugger- Mugger’s on the way

To your neighbourhood

Please don’t bother hiding

It won’t do you any good

The Slugger- Mugger’s searching

For kids who don’t eat greens

-they leave them on the plate

They hide them in their jeans

Spinach, peas and broccoli

Parsley, lettuce and beans

Shunned by fussy eaters

-such distressing scenes

The Slugger-Mugger will find them

It’s only a matter of time

The Slugger-Mugger’s ready

To splatter them in slime

Sticky-icky green slime

And Slugger-Mugger spit

It takes days to remove it

You need a cleaning kit

The Slugger-Mugger’s coming

Consider this a warning

If you don’t eat your greens

You might look slimy in the morning

The Slugger-Mugger’s coming

Sliding in on slime

If you refuse to eat your greens

You are running out of time

Slugger-Muuuggggerrrr…

Alan j Wright

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