Frankenstein Your Wife Is a Doll
Bride of Frankenstein does not like the scene she is seeing.
Her husband looks so delightful, he might be peeing.
Elvira Mistress of the dark is losing her clothes loud and proud.
Her large headlights are shining and showing, collecting a crowd.
The werewolf is groveling down low at the hussy’s feet.
Tasting the hem of her gown, what could be so sweet?
Bride of Frankenstein is furious, going to tear into them all.
When Elvira says “Frankenstein, your wife is a doll!
She is protective and personable, and I like all her ways.
She is even sweet-tempered on those womanly days.”
Bride of Frankenstein begins to rapidly take all mean ideas back.
Elvira might be nicer than she thought, so she begins to back track.
As soon as she is gone Frankenstein says this was a close call!
I know says Elvira, who is not truly that much of a doll.
Dracula is still trying to figure out where to sink his pointed teeth.
Werewolf is eating bugs out of Elvira's hem a carnivore relief.
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