Swampys In Town. Poem by Steven Harris

Walking through the swamp at night
through the damp and the slime
going to show my girlfriend a damn good time
listening to a rock n roll band on the radio
while making are way to the rodeo
looking up at the stars
i felt a big hand on my back
i turned off the radio killing the track
and we turned and went to look
and there he was all big and green
standing there all coverd in slime
he smiled to show his big brown teeth
and his eyes lit up like a computer screen
his skin was green and slimey
his hair full of grease and bugs
and he stood there looking for a hug.

He let out a huge laugh
it sounded like an old dog track
he looked at me and looked at bea
and spat a slimey on the floor
he opend his mouth and went to say
Hey, my names swampy come inside and play
we screamed and ran
leaving swampy standing there
but we could here him running after us
feet stomping in the mud
you could hear him running
you could hear his thud
but we kept running through the mud.

You could here his big loud laugh
you could see his shadow in the light of the moon
his laugh echoed through the trees like a boom
we made it to are car
we had ran so far
and we got the hell out there and made it home.

Later that night all calm and collected
we watched some t.v and relaxed in the light
then all of a sudden smash goes the door
and there is old swampy with the head of boar
he stands there and smiles
and says he not finnished yet
he says still he wants to go play
and grabs us by the neck
thats the end of us we thought
swampy has got us now
we new never to back to the swamp
when swampys in town.