A poem about Shrek -by Thomas Schwarzrock

In my swamp

Things are nice

I am friends

With the three blind mice

Some may say

I am mean

But they do not know

What's under the green

My ears stick out

Like two great towers

I use mud 

To take my showers

My body is that

Of a enormous ogre

People run away

Because of my odor

Donkey is 

My good friend

And his wedding

I did attend

As an ogre

I am like an onion

I am as strong

As Paul Bunion

For my dinner
On onions I chomp
What are you doing here
GET OUT OF MY SWAMP