Popsicle periscopes
And other strange things
All seem to spurt out
Whenever she sings

So run for your lives
As the next thing could be
A rhinoceros tumbling
Right onto your knee

Or perhaps she’ll sneeze
That’s sometimes even worse
Oh the things that come out
You might just curse

She seems to be okay
Whenever she stays quiet
But when she coughs
She often starts a riot

Her shouts can get nasty
Things often burst out
Right from her insides
Which make people shout

The worst thing I’ve seen
Is an elephant with a tuba
She just spewed it right out
As she sang a song about Cuba

So don’t get too close
If she begins to make a sound
You’ll likely be squashed
By whatever hits the ground

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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