I wrote this poem while thinking about what it might like to be a werewolf. It's a bit cheeky :)
Werewolf Woes
I
always become a werewolf
when
the moon begins to rise.
My
clothes get ripped and torn
and
then I double up in size.
Although
I’ve got no clothes on
after
I transform,
it’s
really not a worry,
as
my fur will keep me warm.
When
I’m a scary werewolf
out
and on the prowl,
for
awhile I’m happy,
you
should hear me howl.
I
really like to run around
searching
for my prey.
When
I find a tasty meal
they
never get away.
But
when I’m back to normal
it’s
really not much fun.
I
have to get back home again
by
doing a nudie run.
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