One fine day I go out to camp
And end up at a swampy swamp
I set my tent and while I'm spent
I hear this whoosh, then I hear this whomp!

Something out there that goes Glob! Glob!
And then my tent begins to bob
I jump alarmed, too bad I'm unarmed
And that's when I find the Gobblegob

A whopping lump bulges from the bog
Sludgy slime limbs slither and slog
Purplish-gray, gulping up its way
And I run screaming like a scrog

The gobblegob in the marshland thrives
You'd be sitting pretty if you survive
But if you're a chump, camping at a swamp
The gobblegob will eat you alive

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**Written for the Poets Pub March Contest.