There’s a creature

living in the sewer

underneath the city

that no one has ever seen –

no one living, that is.

An it comes out at night

and eats things.

I know, I have proof:

It ate the thrash cans

right off Mr. Ballow’s pack porch;

It ate Billy Balinski’s bicycle,

whole, not even a ballbearing left;

It ate Mrs. Cline’s cat,

didin’t even have a chance to meow;

And it has real long, skinny arms

it slithers like snakes;

that’s how it got the marbles

out of Mike Maloney’s dresser drawer;

it ate them, too.

I’ve heard it walking at night;

it goes

Sluth!  Sluth!  Frump!

The frump is where it limps

from being shot by a whole division

of the National Guard

back in 1947.

It ate them, too.

So lock your doors

and bolt your windows,

And for God’s sake –

don’t go outside

if your hear a

Sluth!  Sluth! Frump!

or it will eat you, too.