The Judderman Poem by Shaun Cronick

You can't beat the Judderman,
He's always the winner.
He steals from a saint,
He steals from a sinner.

He steals from every new-born,
At peace in their cot.
Greedily devours their dreams,
And within him they rot.

But the cruellest thing,
The Judderman delights to do.
Is devouring irreplaceable dreams,
Those that would come true.

Beware The Judderman my dear,
When the moon is fat.
Sharp of tongue and spindle-legged,
With sweetened talk and cunning he is.