One little monster,
is all you will ever need,
and I have got mine.
Those monster footprints,
are stomping all over me,
and it really hurts.
Letting music flow,
in and out of mental cracks,
that close with such peace.
With stinky fingers,
make me go poohy and sneeze,
small sticky digits.
Down the crazy stream,
I could not find the river,
but found Nick’s café.
I caught the blue train,
places never been before,
‘Wait, did you hear that?”
