Wilbur's Gonna Get Me/You! Part Ii Poem by Dan Reynolds

(Note: You may wish to read, “(Wilbur's gonna get me/you! ” First.)


Wilbur’s got a little friend
He has a fishing rod
He’s Wilbur’s half-scale clone you see
And he thinks Wilbur’s God.

He doesn’t see his weathered sheen
nor yet his frost cracked legs.
Iced water, gotta terracotta
smashed up, just like eggs.

Thus Wilbur’s hunting nights have passed
He waits there, by the pond
His half-scale clone brings home the prey
This pair, with devilish bond

We fear to give this thing a name
My daughter and I are vexed.
My wife’s obsession with evil gnomes
We don’t know who will be next!

She laughs it off, with a jeer and a scoff
Insisting, it doesn’t matter.
Well why have all next door’s pets disappeared
Whilst Wilbur and co, seem fatter?