the red eyes around him came nearer and nearer

but what he should do was not much clearer

he thought and he thought until he nearly exploded

but the eyes carried on, as if they were coded


but as they came closer, and out into the light

the creatures they belonged to didn't give him a fright

they were little wee puffballs, which came out of a puddle

and all they really wanted was a nice little cuddle


he picked one up, what a mistake!!!

The ground beneath him started to quake

the puffball mutated into something quite gross

it had moss on its arms and eyes on its toes


Dave let go, but that didn't work

after that more just appeared from the murk

slimy and slippery all covered in weed

these little puffballs were known to mislead





The End

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