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MONSTROSITY

Up in the old house down by the creek
Stood a mammoth waiting on me.
Down by the river close to the sea
I saw his eyes looking through the trees.
Walking through the valley feeling free
The mammoth came running after me.
Never a day do I not see
The prophecy to be.
Monstrosity!

Down by the lake sitting near the pond
Stood Jake Peter Faulkner with his shotgun.
Under the shade tree by a brook
Stood his wife Bobbie spooked.
Up on the hill top near a jet stream
The mammoth watched the City people.
Over in the neighboring City,
Folks talk of prophesy.
They call it Monstrosity!

In the village, abhorring the waft
Uproar mammoth with his ax.
Near the tropopause down by the stream
Stood the children telling their dreams.
They call them Monstrosity!
Up in the old house down by the creek
Stood mammoth looking through the trees.
O’er in the village down by the sea
The people blathers Monstrosity.

Every mammoth has his own voice.
He is no different up in that old house.
Miens hear the threats of terror.
Taciturn homily tells of his abilities to
Tremble the branches of the trees.
The rhymes he orates are spells embodied.
He is to fear.
Therefore, beware on Halloween.

Monstrosity - Monstrosity - Monstrosity!


Updated October 31, 2015 for Halloween!

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