Giblets

By Leah Sheppard

In a house that no one visits,

In a street that no one knows,

Is a family with six giblets,

With dirty, mouldy toes.

Their breath is quite revolting,

Their skin is quite a sight,

The food they eat could put you off,

For sixty days and nights.

And if you ever meet one,

Be sure to hold your nose,

For the stench of just one Giblet,

Is sure to change your pose.

So now since I have warned you,

You now must not ignore,

That plainly you must never,

Go knocking on that door.