Below is the poem entitled The Munsters which was written by poet
Pettit. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Complexity of their makeup would have caused more fright.
It’s too bad all the episodes were in black and white.
In the mid-sixties on television we would see,
this strange group that was not your typical family.
Nobody would ever consider these folks as “plain”.
They resided at thirteen-thirteen Mockingbird Lane.
Head-of-household Herman was a Frankenstein monster.
Lily, Grandpa, and son Eddie were each a vampire.
They all lived in a dark and dusty haunted mansion.
Living with them was a pretty blonde female cousin.
Unlike the others, this sweet doll’s name was Marilyn.
She would not understand why her dates would never stay.
One good look at her folks, and they would all run away.
Each week, this bunch would be in a new predicament.
They never failed to provide funny entertainment.