The Wandering Swampawomp

The swampawomp

He loves to tromp

Through the goo of the tall thin gutternut,

Past the speckled dreckle’s little straw hut,

Into their watery land of Reshtorott,

Where the sun blazes brightly and makes the ground too hot.

The large, slow, slimy swampawomp fears

His home world where the water disappears.

And his kelp clothes get dryer and more brittle, yet,

All because he can’t get more wet.

The squeakerkinks have flown away,

The blubber fish just couldn’t stay.

So the lonely swampawomp packed a bottle water and donned his lily pad flip flops,

And set out for a really long walk with his plops

From his enormous webbed feet slapping down

On a very large puddled ground.

The swampawomp did not go very far,

Before feeling too hot and starving for water.

And when the other creatures happen to come by as the norm,

They all cowered in fear from his towering form.

The swampawomp crashed down to the ground with his shark head into his frog hands,

Unsure on how to get Reshtorott’s creatures to understand,

Their world was getting hotter and somethings have changed,

Like his swampy home drying up, which was strange.

But no one wanted to listen to the lonely swampawomp cry out.

No one wanted to hear what his trek was about.

No one, except one funny man,

That seemed to have appeared out of no specific direction.

He had rounded shoulders and an animal coat,

And he seemed to more scurry than walk as he moved about.

The little man with wild wiry grey hair said to the swampawomp in a hush,

“Quickly, follow me! Please do, now, rush!”

And they turned to a house made of washer wood,

With a blazing fire on the hearth, which scared the swampawomp where he stood.

“No through here, quickly quickly,” as the man shoved the swampawomp through tiny closet door,

Which then opened up to a world of so much more.

“You’re dying, unless you go into there,” the little man said.

“I grant you the wish to survive and to make a new friend.

“Now push through that door and you will be in Vaser’s vast sea,

“And I’ll take you to the other swampawomp here, so follow me.”

The swampawomp casually frog swam behind the small man in his bubble up to a house made of coral reef painted blue.

And a beautiful shark face greeted him, smiling wide as she exclaimed, “Welcome to Juju!”