Creepy the Beast

"Creepy the Beast" by Ariane Smith

Slinking through slime one soirée snooped Creepy the Beast in a snorty, sniffling sort of way.
It’s hard to snoop when one has a sniffle, shushing through shrubbery and scrabbling through scriggles.

Sniveling, slithering and slogging while sneezing. Snorting and snarling while sneaking.
Aaaaaaa chooo!

Skimble-scamble, skimble-scamble, skimble-scamble,
Aaaaaaa chooo!

Poor Creepy the Beast had come down with the Flu. What to do ... what to do ... what to do?!!!
Go stroppily searching for stroganoff stew? Stroganoff Stew? Yes, that would certainly do.
Soothing and succulent stroganoff stew.

So off went the scavenger scrounging quite scrappily. Now sore throat scratchy, scowling and scraggily.

With a snort and a sneeze and a choo-choo-achoo! Poor Creepy the Beast had come down with the flu.

Sauntering slowly a scent reached his snifter ... something quite scrumptious like stroganoff stew?

Schnozzle was right! Up ahead was a slew of soothing, scintillating stroganoff stew.
So off he went scrambling, then slurping and slershing steamy, soothing sizzling stew.

So soothed and quite sleepy, Creepy the Sleepy Slumped off to slumber and started to snooze.

More sweet spicy dreams, of stroganoff stews.