Taniwha

Taniwha oh Taniwha, you smell like a moldy pot of baked beans with slimy frogs that are over a year old.

Taniwha oh Taniwha, you look like a crunchy piece of dried up toast that has been in the sun for 3 years with a bit of potato skin that was peeled in 1840.

Taniwha oh Taniwha, you sound like a big, fat pig oinking away trying to have a baby, with a bit of a ROAR to it.

Taniwha oh Taniwha, you feel like a puffy white cloud with sharp teeth as spikes.

Taniwha oh Taniwha, you can be a clean, mean, fighting machine

Taniwha

By E.C.