2Wobble –
Flobble - !
Oh my little friend how joyous
you seem with your brightly
painted eyes double thick
monstrous-large spies
and happy wild-grin smile
through which comes no lies.
Wobble-spring the joy
does it bring always to my heart
to see that fat melon ringing
wide flipping – side to side of course –
and jittering up and up and sometimes down all around
how I love you flobble-head
wait don't laugh see look my emotions spilling
can't you stop wickedly smiling I tell no lie –
your mockery stings can't you hear my pain over that sharp and ugly
creak-creak-sproing
your neck (of which I gladly approve) makes that
horrid ceaseless sound despite the grace with which my soft tip of finger taps
your rotten plastic cheek – STOP NO
your horrid
creak-creak-sproing
laugh
And what is this
those flashing evil
wild-grin grimace
teeth for biting slashing gnawing tearing -
STOP get back you
vile "creature" I
Hate you now with
your acid flopping-bopping
NO! (a scream) – Mallet!
Come to hand!
For now we slay the dragon old friend
like crooked old George - SLAM!
Oh
-WHAM! -
What
-WHAM! –
A sadly
- WHAM! –
Ham-fisted
-WHAM! –
Ending
this
is…
(pieces?)
-"Bobblehead"
Nathaniel K. Lichfield 2005