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The Reign of El Dork-O by Lara Borrasso

Listen! He comes!
Run into your small thatched houses,
O poor frightened villagers.
Lock every door with your ornate rusty keys,
Latch every window as tight
As you will hold your children close to you.
Whisper words of comfort to them as you
Hear the infamous cry winding its way
Down the empty dirt roads which are still
Swirling with dust from the recent flight of the panicked natives.
Do not make a sound, for it will hear you,
Even through the awful din of its own pitiful,
Eardrum-assaulting whine.
(Incidentally folks, lock up the pets, too. Delicate ears, you know.)
And you hear the awful footsteps as it shuffles by your home
And you hope to God that it thinks you are away.
Here it comes,
shuffle shuffle shuffle,
Undoubtedly breathing a column of fire
As it wheezes and wails and makes a fuss.
You ready your huge, heavy ax,
The keen blade glinting in the vague light of the lantern,
When you hear the shuffling stop at your door.
It lets out a mournful, irritating pule, and your door
Splits in half with the sheer amplitude of it.
Hurry, run away as fast as you can! It's... It's...
(Come on everyone, you know his name!)
It's... It's...
(Ohhh come on! The person that serves no purpose but to annoy and smell?!)
It's... It's...
(I know you know what I'm talking about!)
It's....
You know.

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