Sunday, 17 July 2011

Sunday Poetry: Dirty Donald - Dawn Pisturino & Jason Smith

Dirty Donald!
His hair, full of lice,
Grows down to his shoulders,
A haven for mice.

His teeth are all rotten,
Mildewed and black,
His tongue is so long,
He could pass for a yak.

His breath stinks of corpses
Dug fresh from their graves,
A delicate morsel
He constantly craves.

He glares at the ravens,
Surrounding his head,
With murderous eyes,
Pronouncing them dead.

Then yanks out their feathers
And nibbles their toes,
Lining them up
In neat little rows.

His clothes are so tattered,
The buzzards all say,
“What a fine looking fellow!
Let’s eat him today!”

Dirty Donald
Written by Dawn Pisturino
Illustrated by Jason Smith

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1 comment:

  1. Awesome Dawn and love [Jason] the illustrator's drawing!!


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