Slimy Giant Slug
I wonder if you are best
Served with butter sauce
Mighty Wendecka
Where are you now, now that the
Greymyrs come to town
Jehane is the dream
Of every self- respecting
Thoom in Puddleby
Now Dora is here
And she too can enjoy the
joyful Thoom haiku
This old Thoom is tired
Must rest his damp squishy head
Time to go to bed!
Thooms breathe with air sacs
They are damp and squishy too
But very stylish.
I can remember
The good old days when our town
Was a single screen
Orga chasin' me
Someone drank my sody pop
I've got the Thoom blues
Roc bringing him down
Paramedic's got the blues
Lag is such a drag
Perhaps the ancients
In their infinite wisdom
Detest Thoom haiku