Gwawley Creek

All these little insects flying around me,

I want to eat them.

I’ve lived here my whole life,

And I’ve always wanted to chop them with a knife.

My green, shiny, slimy skin glistens in the sun,

 but I do really hope I don’t get eaten in a burger bun.

I’ve always wanted to go to Paris,

To meet my best friend, his name is Claris.

Or maybe one day he could come here,

We could go to a game and begin to cheer,

I could show him around here, we could go for a swim, 

Or maybe he could show me his hairy chin.