Saturday, February 25, 2012

Grizzly

Kroager the Ogre
was vile and vulgar
and smelled ten times worse than he looked
his odor exuded
while nose hair protruded
from a beak that was horribly hooked

his teeth were all rotten
his dreams misbegotten
his clothes were attrociously stained
he'd stomp through the village
too plundered to pillage
and scare anyone that remained.

He wasn't just homely
but terribly lonely
and longing for someone to squeeze
his arms were so burly
he made others surly
with hugs that would buckle their knees

until he alighted
on someone delighted
to take all the love he could share
and now he's seen waving
when occasionally shaving
his comrade, a clingy brown bear

8 comments:

booguloo said...

I'll never point fingers again... smiles...

Bar None Publishing Group said...

This poem made me smile.

Well done!

Cheers,

Mark Butkus

Susie Clevenger said...

Love it :)

Tigerbrite said...

I like your poetry. Well done and gives smiles.

rch said...

haha thanks!

zongrik said...

you painted quite a picture of an ogre. some imagery

http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/between-buildings/

zongrik said...

you painted quite a picture of an ogre. some imagery

http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/between-buildings/

Elaine Danforth said...

Quite a lot of fun. I guess with the all the recent movies (like the Shrek ones and Puss In Boots starring William Shatner, we can all connect with some notion of an ogre.

I like your poem and it's sweet, amusing ending.