Guesse The Theme! ! Poem by Becky Ginn
Guesse The Theme! !
His fingers are cold and damp,
Like tentacles with suckers on them
And like tentacles his arms are strong.
His eyes are cold and hard,
Like ice cubes, solid in his head
And like ice you cannot hold them long.
His lips are cold and clammy,
Like slugs, crawling on my neck
And like slugs they leave a trail of slime.
Sticky, it clings on...
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