Rejecting The Wolf

A foul stray-dog stink and a head smooth and pink, A mouth full of razor sharp fangs A gloss headed monster? The long-missing link? He dines upon beast-hunter gangs Its arms double jointed, its ears they are pointed With hair sprouting downward from there A long snout in place on his hair covered face Means your blood he can smell in the air He’ll sneak with such stealth which is bad for your health For if you don’t spot him you’re dead A few see him coming and make their escape When the moon reflects off of his head I’ve seen it in zombies and sometimes in ghouls I think there’s been vampires as well I once wrote a novel about this mad beast My publisher said, “It won’t sell.” He told me, “I’m sorry, I don’t like the story, It’s silly, I can’t applaud this…” But what he called ‘silly’ was my pride and joy… ‘The Werewolf With Male Pattern Baldness.’