Suzie by the window, all alone.
Suzie hates her new toy, Mr. Clown.
“His smile is spooky”, Suzie told mum,
Mum said, “Suze, you make me laugh hon.”
The day she got Mr. Clown, Suzie broke a leg,
Mum was off to work while Suzie was in bed.
As she tried to sleep, Suzie heard a giggle,
And did Mr. Clown just give a tiny wiggle?!
Suzie called mum to tell she was scared,
Mum said, “Suze dear, its all in your head.”
Suzie started crying, now the phone went dead
And Mr. Clown stood grinning right by her bed.
Suzie tried screaming, but couldn’t make a sound,
She was chased by Mr. Clown, round and round.
He laughed and clapped and made merry,
‘cos Suzie with her broken leg couldn’t hurry.
Now Suzie’s by the window, all alone,
And smirking in front of her is Mr. Clown.
Suzie looks around and takes a step back
Lashes with her tongue, Mr. Clown gets a whack.
Rolling it back in, Suzie gives a whistle,
“Come come crows, peck clown full of holes.”
The doorbell rings, mum rushes in,
“Suzie dear what have you been…”
“Nothing mommy, the cat got sick,
He slimed and broke clown, I’ll put him in the bin?”
Shorty took a walk, in the dark forest.
Shorty was a fool, he never came back.
Off he had gone, with much eagerness
On a moonless night, into the wilderness.
He walked on and on till the dirth path stopped,
When he saw though the trees a thing that hopped.
It whirred and jumped and occasionally barked,
Shorty ran to it, poor thing looked badly hurt.
Into the trees and down the thorny brambles,
Shorty lost his flashlight (and later his marbles).
No fluffy was in sight, no tiny hopping critter?
Shorty was now scared, he smelt lurking danger.
With a rush-crunch-crash-gobble it was all over,
Short had been gobbled by the inside-out monster.