My friend has made a monster

He did it for a joke

He wanted to frighten the girls

The teachers and his folks

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He combined all these chemicals

Then added bones and rocks

The only thing remaining was

Lightning to stir and shock!

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And now his monster lives and breathes

It’s growing in a box

He tells me that he’s feeding it

With flies and roasted ox!

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“This monster will give everyone

A fright!” He likes to tell me,

“Especially all my friends and foes,

They’ll swoon and gasp, I tell thee.”

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My friend has made a monster

I hear it now above

These limping, shifting, soft footsteps

Which bump around and shove.

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And now after some weary weeks

Those footsteps seem much louder

My friend tells me: “It’s growing well!”

His smile could not be prouder

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Some days have passed; my sleep perturbed

My friend no longer meets me

And all I hear from up above

Is a whimper: “Help me… Help me…”

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Finally, I rush upstairs,

And knock at my friend’s door

A moaning voice cries: “Help me please….”

Then I hear no more…

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My friend has made a monster

And now I know for sure

That what he made is a travesty

Against the natural law

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And let this be a lesson friend

Of hubris, understand

Before you fashion such a fiend

Which grows then blights the lands…

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As now the door has opened wide

Before me stands this thing…

My friend lies dead; a mangled mess

And red eyes stare and grin…