The Bugaboo’s Burden 👹

An he stares at this grotesque  freak of nature in his own reflection

Ohh but how he yearns for some solace on this sad, sight of inspection

If only a Bugaboo’s burden wasn’t an absolute imperfection

Alas warts dangle from the end of this monstrous chin

Where black crooked teeth fill a toothless grin

And oh my goodness me his skeleton-like structure is so scarily thin

Making those old bones in his bent body, rattle with demonic din

So he looks down at his fearful face in his looking glass

Where the rolling river runs down through the valley’s green with grass

And he cries buckets of compassion for his own insufferable morass