Wally Gog Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Wally Gog
(When I was a small boy I feared the Wally Gog)
Wally Gog hides 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.
Mummy put a nightlight in my room
Keeping darkness at bay
In small pool of light I lay
Listening for the Wally Gog beneath my bed.
For all of us who had unknown terrors under our beds and in our heads this poem reminds me of them all.
haha...fears remembered after all this time...I'm still scared of scarecrows...shhh
I love this Colin, childhood remembered so well, and the fears of a small boy, we all had something to be scared of when night-time came, 10 Lynda xx
*Laughs* What a charming piece! Your audience will certainly relate to it. It is admirable that you can reflect on such childhood moments and still remember them, feel them perhaps, enough to write about them so well. A grand bravo for you!
Ian, As well write, a remarkable theme, at all beat in the childhood the own Wally Gog...hold strong for hands to children in darkness... At them small heart which strongly hoots... And the big eyes.... 10/// Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I loved this one. It's ever so cute when a poet can write from a viewpoint of a small child. Great stuff.