Poem By Steph Allen
A Stiggy Monster is a wonderful thing,
Lots of mess and smell they bring.
Oh how they leave their clothes around,
They do it so well they should be crowned.
They practise daily to keep their standing,
Their constant clutter can be demanding.
But an Angel with a magic duster,
Can work no bounds all strength to muster.
With a flutter here and a swish there,
No Stig left anywhere