ABCB Poem--On Avoiding Heffalumps--National Poetry Month

Not sure what poem we're doing today but I'm doing this one at least:

ON AVOIDING HEFFALUMPS

If you're running from a heffalump

There are things you've got to know

If you kick him very carefully

You'll break his baby toe.

You might think this will help you

But unfortunately it won't

'Cause he'll look at you with teary eyes

And you might cry, but don't.

'Cause heffalumps are crafty,

They'll get you every time

'Cause when you aren't looking 

They'll lapse to the sublime.

That means their cuteness factor

Will climb into the red

And you would not be happy

Just hiding in your bed

That heffalump's cavorting

He'll eat your apple pie

He'll dig through all your laundry

And smack you in the eye.

He'll clip out all your coupons

And throw them in the trash

He'll find your little black dress

And snarfle up the sash.

So never let that heffalump

Get the upper hand

'Cause he's a tricky trickster

He'll do things you'll not stand.

He'll eat up all the ice cream

Put pepper in your shoes

And when you aren't looking

He'll turn your whites to blues.

But then he'll gaze up at you

With those huge and gorgeous eyes'

And you'll be wondering about

How else he can surprise.

So, make sure that you dose him up 

With shaving cream and fudge

And that will keep him busy

Just let me be the judge.

And then you'll know you've got him

When he lies down at your feet

After that your little heffalump

Will be nothing less than sweet.

So take my timely advice when

A heffalump you meet

Cavorting and rampaging

Down your country hometown street.

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy