A Huge Tiny Creature Poem by Clive Culverhouse

deep in the jungle
of a desert lowland
lived a huge tiny creature
the size of his hand

his mouth was just like
a mountain ravine
with a belly as big
as a washing machine

this enormous old thing
really tiny and thin
who was ever so young
with a long curly tongue

a lot of red hair
bald headed and fair
too many toes
and an upside down nose

he would stand in the open
and hide under a rock
and wait there all day
wearing only one sock

and if anyone shouted
'why are you there? '
he'd always shout back
'I'm not, I am here! '