A Genie, gigantic and finally free
Glared down at the guy who had rubbed his lamp – me.

He was fifty feet tall at least – probably more –
And his teeth were like knives, in a mouth like a door.
His eyes were all red and his skin was all green
And he didn’t look happy.  He looked pretty mean.

He grabbed me and lifted me up to his head
And he opened his mouth, and I thought I was dead
Till he puckered his lips… and he kissed me instead.

Then he put me down gently and waved his great hand
And I guess he’s gone off to some faraway land.

But I smell like his breath and my face is still damp
And next time I’ll use an electrical lamp.