The Legend of Big Mouth
By Anthony E
There is a Legend
A Legend to tell
Passed on from generations
I know it so well
Near the Rocky Mountains
And a little bit south
Lived the Legendary Giant
Who they called Big Mouth
That name was given to him
For his famous eating habits
He'd feast on wild deer and on brown bears
For dessert he'd have 1,000 wild rabbits
He was quick to catch his meal
That was so well known
He didn't leave a trace
He even ate their bones
One night I went camping
My brother pitched the tent
South of the Rockies
Where fresh air is not for rent
We sat by the campfire
Talking and feeling mellow
We couldn't make smores
Because I forgot the marshmallows
When it was time to sleep
And the owls stopped who who-ing
Big Mouth was nearby
But just what was he doing?
I heard our tent shake
I heard the scream of a crow
To the Great Giant Big Mouth
We must've looked like a taco
Rolled out of the tent and ran
The big hairy giant gave chase
We were cornered in a vegetable garden
With a terrified look on my face
Big Mouth didn't say a word
He tried to grab me like a doll
So I threw 100 ears of corn
And he swallowed them all
He was not finished yet
Big Mouth always loved to eat
My brother hid in the garden dirt
Right next to some carrots and beets
Big Mouth reached all the way in
His giggle so loud, all could hear it
We threw the beets into his mouth
And threw in a hundred carrots
With no vegetables left to throw
We were next for Big Mouth the Barbarian
Big Mouth wiped his chin, smiled, and said
I think I wanna be a vegetarian
My brother and I were saved by that garden
To think I was only one carrot away from my death
We sometimes get together and make smores with Big Mouth
He's a nice guy but has really bad broccoli breath.
The End......
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