What's that lurking
deep in my coat pocket
It's sticky and
yucky, I don't wanna touch it
Covered in fluff
It's really sticky
stuff
But tastes like a
pear drop so may as well suck it
What's that lurking deep
inside my bag
Was it something that
I ate, it's making me gag
Shall I ignore
The rotten apple core
Or pop to the shops
to buy another bag
What's that lurking
underneath my bed?
A simple cup of
milk... Now filling me with dread
Green and slimy
Why does it scare me?
Hide it back away…
let mum find it instead
What's that lurking
deep inside my ear
Mum says cabbages
could grow where I hear
Shall I dig it out?
Plant a Brussel
sprout?
Or stick it to my
finger to see the girls fear
What's that lurking underneath
my shirt
Peaking from my belly
button… senses are alert
Did it crawl inside
Hitching a free ride
Or is it just fluff
and hair, all wrapped up with dirt!
What's that lurking
in-between my toes
I saw it there
yesterday; I'm sure that it grows
Wipe it on my finger
Let the smell just
linger
A dark and musty scent going up my nose
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