Weredog, Part Ii
...But of course the sun banished the moon,
Ripper woke his normal size,
his stomach quite big from the rib roast,
but otherwise he seemed fine.
At first, I feared what all this might mean,
I thought that he’d need a cure,
everyone has seen werewolf movies,
but soon enough I had learned
that men may turn to ravenous beasts
in such a situation,
but weredogs don’t face human demons,
just yearn for our attention.
…though the ‘treats’ are getting expensive.
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