Poetry Friday; Marrog – RC Scriven

I remember reading this poem in primary school and totally loving the fab description!

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The Marrog
My desk’s at the back of the class
    And nobody, nobody knows
        I’m a Morrog from Mars
With a body of brass
    And seventeen fingers and toes.
 
Wouldn’t they shriek if they knew
    I’ve three eyes at the back of my head
    And my hair is bright purple
My nose is deep blue
    And my teeth are half-yellow, half-red.
 
My five arms are silver, and spiked
    With knives on them sharper than spears.
I could go back right now if I liked-
    And return in a million light-years.
 
I could gobble them all 
For I’m seven foot tall
    And return in a million ears,
 
Wouldn’t they yell if they knew,
    If they guessed that a Morrog was here?
Ha-ha, they haven’t a clue-
    Or wouldn’t they tremble with fear!
“Look, look, a Morrog”
    They’d all scream-and SMACK
The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack
    And teacher would faint, I suppose.
But I grin to myself,l sitting right at the back
    And nobody, nobody knows.