Syllable Sid meets Hagatha Chomp--By George L. Ellison, England and Dena M. Ferrari, United States

OCTOBER'S THIRD SPECIAL FEATURE

           COLLABORATIVE POEM

Syllable Sid meets Hagatha Chomp

By George L. Ellison and Dena M. Ferrari

Part One--

Syllable Sid was out walking one day

With blue sky and sunshine to lighten the way

Counting his syllables as Diction Harry had taught him

Till the cloud covered the sun and

The light grew quite dim

Then he arrived at a dense dark wood

Which drew him in?

He heard the whispering leaves

But felt a crawling on his skin

As he was filled with dread and fear

For on the wind, he heard them say

Welcome friend to Muckmire my dear. 

The light disappeared and it grew quite dark

But onward he was impelled

Time became of no consequence

When he met up with one who dwelled 

Deep in the dark in a faraway swamp

Lived a cycloptic woman named Hagatha Chomp

Hairy with knuckles dragged on the mucky ground.

Her shaggy beast smells the air and leaps out the door with a bound;

Hagatha stood at the threshold of her Chew Chomp Inn

Plump Tick Stew bubbling merrily in the cast iron cauldron

Looking out to the darkness for her shaggy beast,

Now waiting for her beast's return before starting her feast

Hagatha's apron all slimy with icky gore

Ticks and fleas oh yes she had need of more!

Shuffled to the swamps edge she called starts to call out

Instead of the beastly growls, she heard a helpless voice shout.  

“Help me please I think I’m Lost,” said Sid as he viewed this distressing sight.

Hagatha stood all hair and gore she said, “What are you shouting for?

No-one can hear you in this place so far away from the human race.”

Sid could smell the beastly brew Hagatha called her plump tick stew.

Well, then stranger welcome to the Chew Chomp Inn

Hagatha stood all hair and gore she said "what are you shouting for?

No-one can hear you in this place So far away from the human race"

Sid could smell the beastly brew Hagatha called her plump tick stew.

“I am Hagatha Chomp from Muckmire Swamp. Do come on in.

You're just in time for dinner our guests arrive soon.

Don't mind that they act up when howling at the moon.

My shaggy beast will cause you no harm.”

  

To be Continued……..!