Schmoo

When I went through the door it escaped these Welsh eyes
that admission was for personnel authorized.
And I soon realized why the warning was true,
when I found myself face-to-face with a big Schmoo.

He was bluer than blue with one eye on his head
and that eyeball was tinted a deep shade of red.
He threw up his short arms as if seeking consent,
but I wasn’t quite sure of the big Schmoo’s intent.

So I moved to the side so to give myself space
but the Schmoo followed me with that alien face.
He held open his mouth with a permanent grin
and what ran through my mind was this Schmoo isn’t thin.

As a matter of fact there were folds on the floor;
he had multiple chins--I believe there were four.
And despite the appearance of fat ‘round his feet,
this rotund looking Schmoo proved to be pretty fleet.

For when I made a dash to the end of the room,
I was witness to displays of surprising zoom.
It was if he had wings on his corpulent hide,
or a way to cheat gravity and quickly glide.

I confess that my heart commenced gathering fruit
when I knew that the Schmoo was in heavy pursuit.
And since I was still wearing my cold weather gear,
in a short span of time I had Schmoo very near.

As I left through the door at the room’s other end,
I thought maybe, in truth, I had made a new friend.
For content in the corner the Schmoo calmly “sat,”
somehow wearing my scarf and my red stocking hat.

Anapestic Tetrameter
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