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:
I'll never point fingers again... smiles...
This poem made me smile.
Well done!
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Love it :)
I like your poetry. Well done and gives smiles.
haha thanks!
you painted quite a picture of an ogre. some imagery
http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/between-buildings/
you painted quite a picture of an ogre. some imagery
http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/between-buildings/
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.
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