Ugg

• Kylie Choo, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2019

Ugg was an ogre so ugly and mean,
One thing for sure he was a sickly pale green.
His smell is worse then stale peas,
If you meet him you have to take a bath in tea.

He has his supper at quarter to three,
With his wife who's smaller than me.
So don't be tempted by the crystal clear lake,
Or the smell of someone about to bake.

He has no tail,
If he did it would hail.
Like thunder that claps the bright blue sky,
He fries you slowly watching you die.

So I say Beware!
Don't go there even for a dare.
For you might not come back alive,
Even if you brought a knife.