The Werewolf
Eerie howls in the evening, a corpse left by the road.
The gumshoes would follow up, but the case always went cold
There were rumors of madmen, and horror stories by droves,
But the most likely culprits were the town's band of werewolves.
Nobel was a large, burly werewolf who broke the main rules.
He hunted alone at night, despite being called a fool.
It is a fact that werewolves always hunt in packs of three.
Nobel's method was to frighten with lone brutality.
He broke into a farmhouse, and found no one was about,
Until he heard a man's voice outside give a strident shout.
"Let out the dogs", yelled the farmer, as each dog was untied.
So the werewolf began running with the dogs by his side.
The dogs ran and they leapt while pulling off the werewolf's fur.
Then a sharp pain and deep bite was produced by a small cur.
But swift Nobel ran faster, and he finally got free.
He returned to his forest and to his heart throb, Minnie.
Minnie, a strong female werewolf, gave Nobel a big hug.
Then she put him to bed with a blanket to keep him snug.
She worried that Nobel was dead and never would come back.
This is advice to all werewolves; always run in a pack.
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