I'm a hungry, lonely giant,
Whose castle is his home.
Sometimes bold folks
Come here when they roam.
I think I hear some knocking.
Someone's at the door.
I hope it's curious children.
I'm in the mood for four!
I'm slobbering and drooling.
I'm craving human flesh.
The kids that come to visit
Are always nice and fresh.
I cannot say for sure
Who will next go into my stew,
But if you're a reckless child
It could very well be you!
Bruce Larkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-giant-hopes-for-visitors/
