The Connecticut Bulbous Heads Poem

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The bulbous heads of Connecticut's dread,
A legend that fills hearts with fear and dread.
Their heads grotesquely swollen, an eerie sight,
They prowl the woods, hidden from light.
Their origins unknown, shrouded in lore,
With stories passed down, from days of yore.
Are they cursed souls or victims of fate?
Their bulbous heads, a chilling trait.
They lurk in shadows, with malicious eyes,
With teeth like needles, and vengeful cries.
Their presence a mystery, a legend so grim,
A terror that sends shivers down one's limb.

Beware the bulbous heads, if you dare to roam,
In Connecticut's woods, far from home.
For they may be watching, from hidden lairs,
Their bulbous heads, a haunting scare.
So tread with caution, through the night,
And keep an eye out, for a chilling sight.
The bulbous heads, a legend of dread,
A tale that lingers, long after it's said.