Pet gargoyles grunt and snore and cough,
But sadly you can't turn them off!
The belch and wheeze and sneeze and spit,
I cannot bear the thought of it!
They slurp and burp, they howl and growl,
They moan and groan; they smell so foul!
Gargoyles gargle, and pass lots of gas,
Their gas it smells like sassafras!
If you get a gargoyle have no fear...
From their FARTS you can make root-beer!
ROTFLMAO... I saw your last poem book is dedicated to 'The Late-Great Shel Silverstein' How very appropriate, Uncle Shelby would be proud!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silly! ! ! ! You obviously have a wicked imagination! ! Hugs, Dee