Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Oh, bad monster poems, where would I be without you?

While oddly-shaped, this poem was fun to write:

I’m allergic to bats
To corn and to cats,
Dust mites and dust devils, too

I clean every day
With powders and spray—
Still, monthly I sneeze ‘till I spew

No matter what care
I use sweeping up hair
I never can keep my house new

Dog fur makes me retch
And then there’s the stench—
Oh, what’s a poor werewolf to do?

I love The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs!  He doesn't look allergic, or sad, but in other pictures in the book he does sneeze...

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