In the Swamp
(An original Minifigure inspire poem from True North Bricks.)
Past the backwoods, in the swamp,
Where the alligators romp.
The air is thick with decay,
Mangroves block the light of day.
Brackish water you can’t sip,
And you cannot take a dip.
Sharks patrol these salty streams,
And the snakes will haunt your dreams.
This is where I call my home,
For it’s here no humans roam.
There’s no one to gawk and stare,
There’s no one for me to scare.
I’m the beast man did disown,
Here they will leave me alone.