Frankie's Tea Party Madness
There's a party going on at the crib of Frankenstein.
Chicken necks on the grill, on which they would dine
and hot sausages made from the innards of swine.
Frankie called it a tea party, but served cheap wine.
They wore a Covid mask over each grotesque face
except to eat sardine sandwiches on the staircase.
When witches arrived, wearing gowns of black lace,
Dracula bit their necks, blood was all over the place.
A werewolf howled as the moon reached full height.
Monsters were dancing the tango on tables tonight.
Frankie was tossing his body parts into the fireplace,
screaming, "Why did he give me such an ugly face?"
Things were getting out of hand when I saw the Blob.
He was flirting with Frankie's girl, whose name is Bob.
She slapped his jowly face and called him a slimy slob.
Frankie was the monster she loved... her heartthrob.
Predator and other Aliens were showing up quite late.
King Kong came with Alice in hand, they decided to date.
Godzilla showed up angry and threw around his weight.
He broke all the good china before his rage could abate.
Frankie kicked them out and then angrily raised his fist
To a hoard of Zombies who were trying to do the twist.
Monsters at a tea party proved they could not coexist
So Frankie erased all their names from his mailing list.
September 24, 2021
Frankenstein Tea Party 2021 Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
