24 August 2012
I think there's something living Down the plug hole in my sink; With noises rude it guzzles food That gets washed down I think. Scraps of veg, a potato wedge Which gets forced through the holes.. This is a feast for the sink-pipe beast Scraped from our plates and bowls.
I think I saw its eye peep out When washing pans was I... I told mum I must quit the job She just said: "Nice try!! There is no monster in the sink Who wants you in his tummy... Do that chore completely, or The thing to fear's called 'Mummy.' "
Well, I got that sinking feeling, But I survived intact. The sounds that bubbled up Were lonely, sad, in fact. So I sent my sister's goldfish down. She seemed a bit distraught But Goldie as the Monster's pet - It was a happy thought.
Since my six-months' grounding's done I've avoided my sink-slimy friend... As my strange notions and my bereft sister's emotions Are driving my parents round the u-bend! But they must know my monster's real: This morning my chocolate was taken. Mum said 'Your sink Monster's guzzled the lot!' Was that choc on her lip? I'm mistaken...
In-Sink With A Monster • Opuss № I