The Yabnab

The Yabnab is made of thin elastic

And inflates himself something drastic

He sucks in his cheeks and fills up with air

The bigger he grows the more you beware!

Those passing by think he just might explode

So pass him at distance when crossing the road

His body is rubbery when he isn’t inflated 

And when it grows wider he seems quite elated

He puffs himself up as bold as can be

And his head disappears in a blubbery sea 

His skin all a quiver as its stretched very tight

As he sucks in the air with all of his might

And then with a grin he raises his bottom

Releasing a gas that smells something rotten!

The Yabnab