Jack and Dittle went down through the middle. 

Through the cave to try to be saved. 

On their way, back to the top, Dittle fell down, and Jack heard a plop. 

Splish splash went Jack’s feet, as he ran from the monster, who wanted something to eat. 

The big monster liked the color of teal, the color of Jack’s shoes, which would be in his next meal. 

Dittle and his blue shirt, made a nice side, but was not enough for this monster’s pride. 

Soon enough Jack was stopped by a wall, which could not be climbed, for it was too dull. 

The big monster’s teeth however were not, they were sharp and pointy, and often caused a shock. 

Jack felt them as they sliced through his skin, with heartfelt sorrow for Dittle, his friend, who always stuck with him through the thick and the thin. 

Now all that was left, was the hole to the cave, which now had become, a giant mass grave.