The time has come to talk of many things,
While all laid bare is seemingly forgot
Of grave unearth a corpse of hot line rings
As bells of hells awake the piping hot
Enough to boil through a bone of steel
And smelt it down into a might pen
Dueling sharp whips from an electric eel
For might foes hide not in darker dens
To raise the dead beyond the catacombs
Or fear the ghouls kept watch between the lines
For monsters be not built of styrofoams
Nor trims of meat chorus deafening whines
As mobs chew on the fat of Romeos
I am Frankenstein at the rodeo!
While all laid bare is seemingly forgot
Of grave unearth a corpse of hot line rings
As bells of hells awake the piping hot
Enough to boil through a bone of steel
And smelt it down into a might pen
Dueling sharp whips from an electric eel
For might foes hide not in darker dens
To raise the dead beyond the catacombs
Or fear the ghouls kept watch between the lines
For monsters be not built of styrofoams
Nor trims of meat chorus deafening whines
As mobs chew on the fat of Romeos
I am Frankenstein at the rodeo!
Alex
Turgeon, 2018
