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!