A school wrote me from Naugatuck, Connecticut.
I sent them this poem.
Don’t get stuck
In Naugatuck,
Cause if you do
You out of luck!
Your life is through,
They’ll jump on you
And stomp your head
Till it looks like goo!
You’ll end up dead.
That’s what they said,
Those people in Waterbury.
Unless you are one of the lucky ones,
Who escapes the Naugatuckians.
© Bob Munsch Ent. Ltd. - 2004