Nasty McGhastly by Charles Davies

Nasty McGhastly, who lives down the road,

Keeps worms in his pockets, or so I’ve been told.

He’s always so filthy that it comes as no shock

To hear that a snake made a home in his sock.


Nasty McGhastly has sometimes been seen,

Cover in pond weed, all slimy and green.

His parents get angry, the neighbours complain,

But Nasty just laughs and dives down a drain.


Nasty McGhastly once ate a mouse.

His mother turned purple and fled from the house.

Left on his own Nasty didn’t much care

He followed the mouse with a chocolate eclair.


Nasty McGhastly, people now say,

Has been too much trouble and must go away.

They baited a trap with some worms and a bat

And Nasty McGhastly was caught like a rat.


Let this be a lesson to all little boys

Who prefer creepy crawlies to playing with toys,

There’s a cage with your name on, waiting for you,

Next door to McGhastly’s, down at the zoo.


by Charles Davies


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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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