.  .  .  .

A new day did dawn,

And Oliver woke,

To find something truly amiss.

It wasn’t too long,

Before the hell spawn,

Delivered an answer to this.

His mother, she screamed,

And panicked aloud.

So Oliver beamed,

Downstairs and he found,

A proud little beast,

Who’s belly was round,

It picked at it’s teeth,

With gluttonous sounds.

What could the boy do?

He hadn’t a clue.

The monster, it grew,

And fancied him too.

Oliver gave a chance,

To this devil thing,

But couldn’t relax,

“What would Daddy think?

Perhaps we should hide,”

Said the brave little guy.

“I’ll pack all our things.”

It was worth a try.