The Blathersnick
 
The Blathersnick will make you sick;
His habits are disgusting.
He offers toys to girls and boys,
So innocent and trusting.
 
He takes them off for little walks
Beside the murky river,
And on the way, he talks and talks -
His voice would make you shiver.
 
He tells them tales of whelks and whales
Who swim upon the torrent,
But all the time, he plans a crime
That’s utterly abhorrent.
 
He slyly chats of brindled cats,
Of creatures strange and creepy.
The sun has gone; he blathers on
Until they’re feeling sleepy.
 
And when he’s got them far from town
He stuffs their mouths with honey,
Then, whoosh! he shakes them upside-down
To snitch their pocket-money.

Brian Allgar

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