The House of Frankenstein

When Frankenstein got too lonely he made himself a friend, He made him out of the spare parts that Igor would nightly send. He built a pal who would be loyal and would stay right by his side, One that could be counted on until he’d found himself a bride. The two of them would go out together to watch the baseball games, They’d drink cold beer and eat hot dogs and whistle at the dames. And then one day Frank met a girl who stole away his heart, But he had others in a jar so with this one he could part. He spent so much of his time with the girl as they daily dated, That he had no time for old friends especially ones that he’d created. And then one day the bells rang out and Frankenstein was wed, The monster felt that he’d been neglected as he wished that he were dead. (Again) But Frankenstein hadn’t forgotten him so he grabbed his saw and knife, And stitched and sewed through the night until he’d made a monster’s wife. Now Frankenstein and his monster still sneak out to watch a game, But no more beer or hot dogs and without the whistling it’s not the same. Domestication tamed these two and they’ll tell you that it’s nice, But sometimes when there’s an angry mob they’ll think about it twice. Because they miss all of the excitement from the days of their youth, But not enough to give up their comforts if you want to know the truth. Today they only reminisce about old times when Frankenstein was mad, When he and his monster would go doing things that villagers called bad. Now they have to be careful in what they say because Frankenstein has a kid, And it might put ideas in his little head if he knew what his father did. Still, sometimes when a storm is brewing and there comes a lightning flash, The old doc will head down to the lab but claim that he was taking out the trash. If you should ever come across this place pay heed to the warning sign, “Parts of you are welcome to stay at the house of Frankenstein.” A creepy, scary haunted house poem please contest by Tony Lane