Cook's Delight

A nose eating Dylon was spotted today
In an organic shop north of London they say
The rarest of creatures its nostrils bright green
And its mouth was where once its navel had been
The Nose eating Dylon eats noses at night
Trying to sample one at Cooks Delight
Sampling mine, the great, pro prietor
Who felt its cold tongue as he stood by the door
Falling backwards he yelled
Help me mother please do
Restrain this wild Dylon whose tring to woo
A bite from this beast drives a sparrow insane
And a Frog doesn't croak, no never again
It was held in the arms of a blonde plaited girl
And another accompanied her with a pearl
On a string, that she waved and chanted some words
Sending me gently, away with the birds
who sang in the trees and who flew in the sky
and The Nose Eating Dylons Saliva was why!

(a story inspired by two young girls with a canine called Dylon that licked noses)
they know who they are)