Driving the down the road relaxed, Darla dared to not look back. Her hometown, there, she went to stomp. So, she drove on through the swamp.
She had to pullover by a tree. Looking left and right before she peed. Yet, she had to go and flee. Frightened by what you should never see.
Stumbling since her pants were around her legs. She swore she saw it laying eggs.
Driving off, her heart had sank, as she drained her own gas tank.
The dog on the dash, its head did bob. Signaling the arrival of the Wobble Gob Gob.
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What is this Wobble Gob Gob? 😲 Love the way you made it rhyme 👍