Giant Gargantuan Gongurra (Children's Fiction)

GGG was a dirty, nasty hood,
who, who, who
lived in the middle of the misty, marshy wood.

He was huge. He was rude.
He was oh so very crude.
He had a lot of hair.
He loved to scare.
The size of his dining chair,
was that of a full grown mare.
A nostril in the middle of his nose,
looked like the hole at end of a hose.
Had popping eyes,
with whopping sties.

Being mean without a pause,
Oh what a devily devil he was!
On any given day,
be it winter, spring, or May
Gongurra was not satisfied
till he'd cheated, fibbed and lied,
He hit, he bit,
he threw a fit,
he poked a rake,
he raked a snake,
he punched a nose,
he tickled some toes.
Being mean without a cause,
Oh what a devily devil he was!

One day Gongurra went to the market,
but his giant car, he just couldn't park it.
For a while he silently swore
then drove in through the door.

This caused such a scare
that people fainted here and there.
One man gibbered like a fool.
Another dribbled out his drool.
A woman in the grocery line,
started squealing like a swine.

Screamers and yellers,
were sliding inside umbrellas,
were tumbling down the cellars,
Oh those scaredy frightened fellers!

Only one small child aged four,
found the hullabaloo in the store,
to be a terrible, frightful bore.
He began walking out of the door.

Then Gongurra put up his hand,
and as a gesture, it was grand.
"Wait a minute, stop, desist.
Come back, return, I insist.
Where do you think you are going?
You cannot leave without my knowing. "

That child (oh he sure was a brave lad)
waved and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm glad.
But now I must be on my way,
au revoir, bye bye, good day."
He then gave a loud guffaw,
so loud, it was a cackling caw.
Once he had chuckled this noisy chuckle,
the boy bent down to clasp his buckle.

Gongurra began to froth and fume.
His nose shot out a smoking plume
of hellish, greenish fire,
that almost burnt the boy's attire.

Then he screamed:
"When I growl, little boys shiver in their socks.
When I froth, little girls shrivel in their frocks.
And when I shout, grown ups,
turn whelping, yelping pups.