The Slug and the Sword
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In a land of goo and gloopy green,
Where beasts were slimy, fierce, and mean,
A boy stood bold with fire and flair,
A wooden sword held in the air.
The slug, a monster tall and wide,
With oozing mouth and bulging eyes,
Let out a wail, a gurgling roar—
It hadn’t seen such rage before!
The boy, in boots and shirt of red,
With courage blazing in his head,
Cried, “Foulest beast, your reign is through!
This land needs heroes—so here’s your due!”
His sword ignited, flames flew high,
A comet burning through the sky.
He leapt with might, he leapt with grace—
Determination on his face!
The slug recoiled, began to slide,
Its blobby form too slow to hide.
But even goo can’t beat the flame
Of one young boy who played no game.
So tales were told from tree to stream
Of one brave child who chased a dream—
Who fought the beast, who dared the fight,
And turned the dark to morning light.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 