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

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

Allergies

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...