Hands up if you can see the Mud Monster? No.1 Son took the photo while on holiday in that far off land, but it was not until he downloaded it to email me, that we noticed the eerie looking entity struggling to get out of it's mud bath.
With New Zealand being uppermost in my mind at present, due to visiting Kiwi relatives zooming around our bright little, tight little island, what better time to share a piece of such serendipity?
Particularly since small great nephew L7 had a bad dream about aliens on Saturday night, which sent him scurrying into Mum and Dad's bedroom, closely followed by small P4 sibling. They were visiting this corner of Havant, much to my delight, but the only one who had a completely undisturbed night was me- the usual non-sleeping one! How's that for an unlikely result?
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Glug and bubble, schlop and pop!
Monster squelches to the top.
He leaves his hot, volcanic bed
and scares us with his muddy head.
With eyes as big as sewer covers
he looks around to find his brothers,
then makes another geyser blow
before he suckers back below.
How odd and interesting. Will there be a Mud Monster follow-up poem or limerick?
ReplyDeleteI saw it without your asking.
ReplyDeleteThat picture is very cool (or is it hot?)
ReplyDeleteI see it, but I think it's just this fellow in the hat...
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his name is Pareidolia and he is eerie indeed.
ReplyDeleteThe Kraken wakes???
ReplyDeleteGerry's reference to "Pareidolia" is interesting indeed. Start from WIKI, HERE
ReplyDeleteOther Wordly, for sure. Now, your poem puts the stamp of approval.
ReplyDeletePoems just bubble up out of you Jinksy!
ReplyDeletejinksy every kid knows there's a mud monster lurking in mud puddles but to actually see one!!! awesome!! steven
ReplyDeletei love the poem!! LOL
ReplyDeleteand that mud, that glorious mud of my homeland, we have beautiful mud monsters over there, stinky but rather glorious!
xxm
Must have seemed strange for no 1 son moving about a nation with no people since they have all moved over here!
ReplyDeleteGerry's "Pareodolia" is made much clearer than Mud HERE
ReplyDeleteI loved your cute little poem about the imagined mud monster Penny. No, there are no mud monsters in Rotorua, just hot boiling mud and strong smells of sulfur dioxide and hydrogen sulphide - a bit like a sewer pipe! I live about 1 & 1/2 hours from there and have visited many times. - Dave
ReplyDeleteDidn't see him at first glance, but suddenly there he is! Glad he's not disturbing your sleep, Jinksy. Sweet dreams!
ReplyDeleteLove the splodgy sounds in your poem.
I can see it, I can see it...Do you see my hand raised :D
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem Jinksy.I liked those soggy sounds in the poem:)
P.S.I have read all your posts and I don't know why I cannot post a comment when I open your blog...this happens with some other fellow bloggers as well :(
Today I got a different pc and I have grabbed this opportunity to tell you that you are an amazing writer...
I prefer the honey monster myself, who could be his cousin! Great poem, Jinksy. Though you were talking about the flowerpot men at first! "schlop and pop" little weed!
ReplyDeleteThat sure looks like some kind of monster, maybe just the cookie monster but monster it is.
ReplyDeleteI love this photo and your poem - just wonderful - and yes i could see your monster. Thanks so much for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sending me here. You are great at this kind of stuff.
ReplyDeletewv: hydriate!