Jingelo Grum is a very unique form of creature,
one with a very obvious kind of feature.
It sways to and fro with its dress made of black and white,
be forewarned; it can quickly become a very gruesome sight.
The crest up top brings forth a certain kind of swagger,
as one would have when showing its very favorite dagger.
A world that is rending forth with the unrelenting jawed and clawed,
it never backs down no matter how much its prod.
Its dress mingles and clacks as bells in tall stacks,
no one really knowing just how much the sound really packs.
The spring has been sprung when it feels its been cornered,
little do they realize they have received more than they ordered.
Its not until the deed has been done that the pain begins to sink,
and becomes more that what an attacker would even dream to think.
One soon learns that they should not mess with the Jingelo Grum,
because with its ravishing beauty comes a very deadly spine covered bum.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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