Ankylosaurus by Wes Magee

He could well be a tank or a battering ram,
has a tail that could mash blood and bone into jam.
A pebble-dash back and a tortoise-shell skin,
and lips that curled up in an old witch’s grin.
It had been reported that he’d entered for
the first Mecca contest for Miss Dinosaur.
When the poor judges saw the sharp spikes on this bloke
three turned quite white, and the fourth had a stroke.
They quickly declared him the ugliest there
so the beast ate them up in a minute.

by Wes Magee

The Muddy, Mucky, Murky Mouch by Wes Magee

On a small asteroid

in the terrible void

dwells a filthy old slouch,

the vile m-m-m-Mouch.

He sleeps in spaghetti,

looks just like a yeti,

and his grotty green wig

would embarass a pig.

He enjoys a good splosh

in tomato juice squash,

while from swimming in sludge

he’s the colour of fudge.

He gobbles green grottles

swigs pond ooze from bottles

and the stench of his breath

scares all known germs to death.

He’s a jumbo-sized pest,

falls asleep fully dressed,

and far, far out in Space

he’s the last of his race.

The vile m-m-m-Mouch

doesn’t run, jump, or crouch,

but squats, gnarled as a gnome,

on his asteroid home.

 

by Wes Magee

Mix-a-Bix by Wes Magee

You’ve never seen

such arms and legs,

there must be thirty-six.

Two eyes on top

and ten behind

confuse the Mix-a-Bix.

Odd Mix-a-Bix from Alpha Six

a case for the Psychiatrix.

 

With ten toes on ears

and hairy teeth,

a ghastly mixed-up freak.

One vest per leg,

house bricks for food,

and watch out for that beak!

Strange Mix-a-Bix from Alpha Six

a case for the Psychiatrix.

 

Drinks petrol with

a knife and fork

at least ten times per night.

I’ve seen its nose

flash on and off

like an electric light.

Mad Mix-a-Bix from Alpha Six

a case for the Psychiatrix.

 

This space beast is

the worst to sketch;

it’s one huge jumbling mess.

And where it sleeps

or how it moves

I can’t begin to guess.

Daft Mix-a-Bix from Alpha Six

a case for the Psychiatrix.

 

by Wes Magee