There Wolf
Late at night I’d sprout some hair and my nose would start to twitch,
My teeth grew long but I didn’t care as I looked forward to the switch.
I traveled about in the night by the light of a full born moon,
It was enough for me to gain my sight and I wanted it to happen soon.
I would let my wild side out even if only for short spurts,
Today it causes my dear wife to pout when I tear up my sport shirts.
Most of the time I’m just a guy watching ballgames on TV,
Sometimes though don’t ask me why my inner werewolf gets set free.
No one messed with me when I’d howl up to the glorious moon at night
Now they look at me and scowl even while in my line of sight.
If they only knew that if I wanted their bones would split and snap,
But it’s been a while since I last hunted and I’d rather take a nap.
Middle age hits a werewolf hard and I no longer seem to care.
Because I feel like a ton of lard and I’m forever sprouting hair.
There’s no need to hunt fresh meat when there’s a barbeque right outside.
And crunching bones is no big treat I prefer potatoes crunchy fried.
My wife can turn me into jelly and she never makes me beg.
She rolls me over and scratches my belly and makes me shake my leg.
Tony Lane
For the Halloween Fun contest
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