UNDER THE BRIDGE

UNDER THE BRIDGE

It’s a bad path you take when under the bridge you go,

Let there be no slip or fall, It’ll be the end of you.

He’s so ugly and mean, a shade of green,

Hungers for the flesh, a taste he seeks.

His teeth so sharp, a foul smell to his breath,

Eyes like saucers, horns on his head.

Hands so big, his nails razor sharp,

Feet of a monster, toes that curl up.

A sound he makes, so disgusting to the ear,

It will make your skin crawl, out comes the fear.

Bones all around as he’s eaten many whom cross his ground,

Under the bridge, this horrible troll lives.

Keith Garrett

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