Poetry for an unspeakable beast . . . Read at your own risk

Beware the great Ryeatolical

A beast that is quite diabolical

With slime oozing from its nose

And waxy substances between its toes

Its teeth black and its tongue bright green

It is the nastiest beast ever seen

So beware the great RyeatolicaL

As it sings of decomposing stuff

While eating rancid Hedgehog

With old bits of bitter soap

And mouldy bread that’s lost all hope

Beware its gaze, its small red eyes

And don’t believe its little lies

As it says it’s your best friend

Or you might meet an untimely end

So beware the great Ryeatolical

As it hides in the dark under your bed

Never go near it, if has not been fed

Its acrid breath makes it hard to breathe

And never turn your back on it

And try to leave

And never look it directly in the eye

Or for certain you are going to die

So beware the great Ryeatolical

Those clawing scaly distorted hands

And its rather strange armpit glands

And never ever read this poetry

If the great Ryeatolical

You don’t want to see

Because if you do

You will find

It has crept up on you

From

Behind

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 . . . . . . . . . . . O Dear. . . . . . . . . . . .