I don't think Jake could swallow him

                     A Whumplethump's too big,

But on the other hand, of course

                    That dog's a real pig!

I've known him eat a Whigglewoggle

                   Whole, with just one bite,

And watched him hunt for Whumplethumps

                   On cold and moonlit nights.

I do not think he'd catch one

                   They're very clever things,

They're short and fat with corkscrew legs

                   And little leather wings.

Their heads are flat with purple eyes

                  Their hair two shades of green,

Their ears can travel up and down

                 Which makes their hearing keen.

They feast on creepy crawlies

                That they find upon the lawn,

They get up very early

               To hunt for slugs at dawn.

But most of all they love cream cakes

              And currant buns as well,

The problem is that mixing them

             Creates a dreadful smell.

Then you can sense them coming

             Even though they're out of sight,

Coz the blue fug they've created

            Can block out the strongest light!

So what I'll do is get some cakes

           And place them on the lawn,

Then hide amongst the bushes

          Waiting patiently till dawn.

                                          _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Owain Glyn                                                                                To be continued.