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“We may see a Creature with forty-nine headsWho lives in the desolate snow,And whenever he catches a cold (which he dreads)He has forty-nine noses to blow.’We may see the venomous Pink-Spotted ScrunchWho can chew up a man with one bite.It likes to eat five of them roasted for lunchAnd eighteen for its supper at night.’We may see a Dragon, and nobody knowsThat we won’t see a Unicorn there.We may see a terrible Monster with toesGrowing out of the tufts of his hair.’We may see the sweet little Biddy-Bright HenSo playful, so kind and well-bred;And such beautiful eggs! You just boil them and thenThey explode and they blow off your head.’A Gnu and a Gnocerous surely you’ll seeAnd that gnormous and gnorrible GnatWhose sting when it stings you goes in at the kneeAnd comes out through the top of your hat.’We may even get lost and be frozen by frost.We may die in an earthquake or tremor.Or nastier still, we may even be tossedOn the horns of a furious Dilemma.’But who cares! Let us go from this horrible hill!Let us roll! Let us bowl! Let us plunge!Let’s go rolling and bowling and spinning untilWe’re away from old Spiker and Sponge!”
— Roald Dahl

“Down vith children! Do them in!Boil their bones and fry their skin!Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them!Brrreak them, shake them, slash them, smash them!Offer chocs vith magic powder!Say “Eat up!” then say it louder.Crrram them full of sticky eats,Send them home still guzzling sveets.And in the morning little foolsGo marching off to separate schools.A girl feels sick and goes all pale.She yells, “Hey look! I’ve grrrown a tail!”A boy who’s standing next to herScreams, “Help! I think I’m grrrowing fur!” Another shouts, “Vee look like frrreaks!There’s viskers growing on our cheeks!”A boy who vos extremely tallCries out, “Vot’s wrong? I’m grrrowing small!”Four tiny legs begin to sprrroutFrom everybody rrround about.And all at vunce, all in a trrrice,There are no children! Only MICE!”
— Roald Dahl

“England once there lived a bigAnd wonderfully clever pig.To everybody it was plainThat Piggy had a massive brain.He worked out sums inside his head,There was no book he hadn’t read.He knew what made an airplane fly,He knew how engines worked and why.He knew all this, but in the endOne question drove him round the bend:He simply couldn’t puzzle outWhat LIFE was really all about.What was the reason for his birth?Why was he placed upon this earth?His giant brain went round and round.Alas, no answer could be found.Till suddenly one wondrous night.All in a flash he saw the light.He jumped up like a ballet dancerAnd yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!””They want my bacon slice by slice”To sell at a tremendous price!”They want my tender juicy chops”To put in all the butcher’s shops!”They want my pork to make a roast”And that’s the part’ll cost the most!”They want my sausages in strings!”They even want my chitterlings!”The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!”That is the reason for my life!”Such thoughts as these are not designedTo give a pig great piece of mind.Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,A pail of pigswill in his hand,And piggy with a mighty roar,Bashes the farmer to the floor…Now comes the rather grizzly bitSo let’s not make too much of it,Except that you must understandThat Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,He ate him up from head to toe,Chewing the pieces nice and slow.It took an hour to reach the feet,Because there was so much to eat,And when he finished, Pig, of course,Felt absolutely no remorse.Slowly he scratched his brainy headAnd with a little smile he said,”I had a fairly powerful hunch”That he might have me for his lunch.”And so, because I feared the worst,”I thought I’d better eat him first.”
— Roald Dahl

“There are many other little refinements too, Mr. Bohlen. You’ll see them all when you study the plans carefully. For example, there’s a trick that nearly every writer uses, of inserting at least one long, obscure word into each story. This makes the reader think that the man is very wise and clever. So I have the machine do the same thing. There’ll be a whole stack of long words stored away just for this purpose.”Where?”In the ‘word-memory’ section,” he said, epexegetically.”
— Roald Dahl