Shrek Poem

I got bored, so here is a shrek poem!

You may know me,
I'm the ogre Shrek.
Some people think of me
as "Bleck, bleck, and bleck! "

I live in a swamp.
With mud all over.
It's very relaxing
if you're an ogre!

I terrorize towns
Make people run
I make people frown
If they don't go, they're done!

I am independent.
Don't like any new faces
When I go to a house
I break all their vases!

I like to eat eyeballs
They're really the treat
They taste like socks
And smell like feet

I married Fiona
She's pretty sweet
She fights like an ogre
She brings up defeat!

Sometimes,
an ogre can get pretty poor.
To get money,
I use my OGRE ROAR!!!

I am sorry to say,
this poem is clover.
What I meant to say was,
this poem is ogre!

The End