Monster Showtime
Oh, the claws, they should not be
And yet they are - so you told me!
The wings ... I judged it otherwise
Than they would bear my brother's size
The feelers, O, the feelers!
Of Mighty Kippers in oil
The teeth! My stomach turns to ice
The baby bones there weren't nice
Those eyes -- they see that mine are wide
Their compound lens these things has spied
| Contributors: | loaf, Apsley, Dassn't Say, Ryan Coster, Ethetran, asdf. |
| Poem finished: | 4th November 2003 by Anon.. |