MystyrMystyry
08-30-2011, 08:52 PM
The Blooble blooms around midnight
For those unaware it gives quite a fright -
As the thorns grow long and razor sharp
The sound it emits is not like a harp -
It mumbles and mutters in mad muted tones
Harmonica-like sweeps down to pulsating drones
Beneath the full moon it begins to uproot
Then goes on a rampage looking for loot
It wants old bones to feather its nest
But if old can't be found - well you can guess the rest
Flapping its leaves in the chill Winter breeze
And next it starts hopping and leaping with ease
Jumping about like a crazy person indeed
Until out of breath so calms down does this weed
Though don't call it that for it has a short fuse
To tempt its temper I wouldn't choose
Lest it leave nasty scratches and even dismember -
It's not from around these parts you must remember;
When its gleaming blue petals flash run far away
And barricade yourself inside a barn full of hay
Which for some obscure reason will shut it down tight
Where it shall reroot itself until the following night
For those unaware it gives quite a fright -
As the thorns grow long and razor sharp
The sound it emits is not like a harp -
It mumbles and mutters in mad muted tones
Harmonica-like sweeps down to pulsating drones
Beneath the full moon it begins to uproot
Then goes on a rampage looking for loot
It wants old bones to feather its nest
But if old can't be found - well you can guess the rest
Flapping its leaves in the chill Winter breeze
And next it starts hopping and leaping with ease
Jumping about like a crazy person indeed
Until out of breath so calms down does this weed
Though don't call it that for it has a short fuse
To tempt its temper I wouldn't choose
Lest it leave nasty scratches and even dismember -
It's not from around these parts you must remember;
When its gleaming blue petals flash run far away
And barricade yourself inside a barn full of hay
Which for some obscure reason will shut it down tight
Where it shall reroot itself until the following night