The Munchies

Sitting around smoking dope, is this silly lycanthrope. Toking is always fun, Now I want food by the ton. Laughing and looking around, but no food in this house can be found. I guess I'll have to go out for some grub, I guess I'll find some unexpecting bub! So I head to the local village, for someone's bones to pillage. I creep around, looking for someone tasty in town. Oh look someone too fulfill my appetite, walking alone through the night. The hunger making me much crazier, I pick my teeth with James Fraser. He looks like a meal that can't be beat, a great poet is a yummy treat. I creep up and leap, knocking him from his feet. Ripping out his lily white throat, in his blood I do gloat, Thanks for being a delicious meal, my belly you did fill!