Wally Gog
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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(When I was a small boy, I feared the Wally Gog)
Wally Gog hiding beneath my bed
Waiting sly to steal me away
While I lay in dread, quiet as a mouse
Pretending to be asleep.
Frightful Wally Gog
Bone crunching jaws, claws sharp as razors
One swish from scaly tail
Sweeping me from protecting light.
Daddy, said there is no Wally Gog
But I know one lurks beneath my bed
Waiting sly and patient
For a chance to munch upon my bones.
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