Blob Of Mud
Blobs of mudshouldn't thud.They squash and squishand squirm and squelchlike blood or cudbut shouldn't thud.
Blobs of mudrise from sludge!Two arms and legsdripping, dulltorso, skull,with groans and moansit pulls from mireeach limb higherfree from earthand of it;mud.
Sensing lightsand life of town,it lifts a foot andputs it down -makes its waydue west with haste;cruising, oozing, losingpaste.
People peer and leerand glare and stare!They know not whatto make of mud-likecreature,schmoozing there.
They poke with sticks.throw bricks.One kicksand loses shoein blob of mud.It sticks -the schmuck!It's stuck,and off he hopswith leg-like limbheld high and dry.
Amorphous blob!They gapeat shapeless formlessunformed shape.Semisolid viscous lava,facial java,balaclava.
Then rises sun.The warmth of dayheats the clay.With every ray,weapons of the angry mob,each sobbing yoband stone they lobno longer throbs.The outer crustof muddy blob'snow hard like rust!Rebounds the blowof each foe's toe.Each crack and whackjust bounces back!One sharp rock cuts a cow -a harmless sow -in pastures newlays dead now too.
But newfound stony shieldhinders motion -doesn't yield!Epidermis,thicker more,inch by inchpervades the coreuntil at lastthe blob of muda statue stone!
One last pushby boorish moband effigy upendswith thudin midstof squashy cud and squishy blood.
© Chris R Young 2020 All rights reserved.
Blobs of mudrise from sludge!Two arms and legsdripping, dulltorso, skull,with groans and moansit pulls from mireeach limb higherfree from earthand of it;mud.
Sensing lightsand life of town,it lifts a foot andputs it down -makes its waydue west with haste;cruising, oozing, losingpaste.
People peer and leerand glare and stare!They know not whatto make of mud-likecreature,schmoozing there.
They poke with sticks.throw bricks.One kicksand loses shoein blob of mud.It sticks -the schmuck!It's stuck,and off he hopswith leg-like limbheld high and dry.
Amorphous blob!They gapeat shapeless formlessunformed shape.Semisolid viscous lava,facial java,balaclava.
Then rises sun.The warmth of dayheats the clay.With every ray,weapons of the angry mob,each sobbing yoband stone they lobno longer throbs.The outer crustof muddy blob'snow hard like rust!Rebounds the blowof each foe's toe.Each crack and whackjust bounces back!One sharp rock cuts a cow -a harmless sow -in pastures newlays dead now too.
But newfound stony shieldhinders motion -doesn't yield!Epidermis,thicker more,inch by inchpervades the coreuntil at lastthe blob of muda statue stone!
One last pushby boorish moband effigy upendswith thudin midstof squashy cud and squishy blood.
© Chris R Young 2020 All rights reserved.
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