Wilf The One-Eyed Wobblegog

Wilf The One-Eyed Wobblegog

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Me and my 5 year old nephew were digging in the garden for grubs as kids love to do. I saw an insect that i'd never seen before and told my nephew that it was called a wobblegog. This is a poem that i've written for him.
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Me and my 5 year old nephew were digging in the garden for grubs as kids love to do. I saw an insect that i'd never seen before and told my nephew that it was called a wobblegog. This is a poem that i've written for him.

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Submitted: December 10, 2011

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Wilf The One-Eyed Wobblegog

 

 

I'm Wilf, the one-eyed Wobblegog,

I sleep beneath the trees.

I'm not a bird - I'm not a frog,

but something inbetween.

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I'm red and blue, with yellow wings,

(but I've never, ever flown)

I bounce around on silver springs,

and play a golden saxaphone.

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My favourite food is crunchy grubs -

my favourite drink's Ribena.

I sometimes slurp up slimy slugs

and purple semolina.

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I sometimes fish for sticklebacks

or hunt amongst the shrubs,

then sell my catch as tasty snacks

to local insect pubs.

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It's brilliant being a Wobblegog.

It's the only life i know,

so if one day you lift a log,

don't squash me, simply say "hello!".


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