The Gaggog Poem by Gert Strydom

(after R.C. Scriven)

I am in my desk with a ruler and protractor
way back in the class
playing the role of a actor
while the teacher walks past.

My real shape you would find quite bizarre,
and it will come as a big surprise
if I changed to it while you walk over
but here on earth I am under cover
in a human disguise
trying to find out how these humans really are.

I am a Gaggog from Mars
and my ears have antennas to spy what I want to know
while my teeth are like iron bars
but now it doesn’t show.

There is fire that I belch up through my mouth,
that burns with green vapours
and I love to act somewhat uncouth
in the vilest behaviour finding favours

while my eyes dim red do glow
and my brain clicks and hums with its gears
while white invisible gas out I blow
and my ship can travel through light years
in less than a sec
while it is disappearing in a spec.

It would be quite amusing
if I would take to my real shape
and the teacher would dropp the pen she was using,
while in fear she is trying to run away to escape

while I would hit the blackboard with a smack
enjoy destroying it while it did crack
while all the children would befriend me
and laugh at her in glee
but suddenly to this image I am back.

“John, come here. John! ”
The teacher calls me and I am on,
getting up and walking to the black board
while I wish that I was gone.

{Reference: “The Marrog” by R.C. Scriven.]