The Tongue-twister

Watch out for the dreaded Tongue-twister

When he pulls on his surgical gloves.

Keep your eyes open, your mouth tightly shut,

Twisting tongues is the thing that he loves.

It’s the slippery, squirmy feel of them

As they wriggle like landed fish.

When he pulls and tugs and grapples

You’ll gasp and gargle and wish

That you’d never pulled tongues at teacher

Or a stranger behind their back,

As he twists out your tongue and pops it

Into his bobbling, twisted-tongue sack.