I Count To 3
My Monster After I Count to 3
I really try to keep my cool
When children run around and they are not in school
Screaming at the top of their lungs and hide
But it takes me to the other side
Then my Frankenstein appears with a drool
Oh, that lurid creature lurks
In the depth of my soul it smirks
Tries to make me act like a fool
Best to smile, walk away, and not to drool
With waterworks and fireworks
It doesn't take much anymore for my onion skin to peel
Frankenstein takes a peek from under my heel
Then I become the real monster that is trapped inside
They know they're pushing me to my limit when at high tide
They love seeing Frankenstein come alive, watching me squirm like an eel
To them it’s no big deal
Eve Roper
9/24/2015
N/A ***10/13/2015
Contest: Trashed #3
Sponsor Name: Broken Wing
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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