Frankenstein’s Castle
by L. Hollar
High above Monstropolis,
On the mountainside,
Is where our tale begins tonight,
At Castle Frankenstein.
The castle looms,
Above the town,
Where spooky lights gloom
And eerie sounds, sound
It’s home to Dr. Frankenstein,
A strange little surgeon
Of questionable mind.
But Monstropolis is home
To many things strange,
so what does it matter
If the doctor is crazed?
Just the other night,
During a summer storm,
lightning lit the castle,
Revealing an eerie form.
Then the doctors’ voice was heard,
The chilling voice of the mentally disturbed.
"It’s alive,"
was all that he said,
But not one single heart
filled up with dread.
Which brings us back to the story tonight
And why Frankenstein’s’ castle
is lit by ghost light.
After more than a year,
since first moving in,
The strange little doctor
is throwing a shin dig.
He’s invited the whole town
to come see his home,
And meet his new creation,
before they leave for Rome.
What’s that you wonder?
Why Rome, you ask.
Well that’s a different story;
I’ll leave it for last.
The whole town turned out this night,
Witches and monsters,
Vampires in flight.
Mummies, Zombies,
Werewolves too
All came out
By ones and by twos.
Monsters of all shape,
Monsters of all size,
Monsters with creepy, crawly,
slitherin’ eyes.
They were met at the door,
By a hunched little man,
Who welcomed them there,
and said he was Dan.
What’s that?
Where’s Igor?
He’s gone on vacation,
down by the shore.
But Dan is hunch backed,
With only one eye,
And can fill in for Igor,
While at the seaside.
He was sent here to work,
by Monsters R Us,
And does his job well,
With very little fuss.
At least, mumbled Dan,
I answer the door,
Which is more than is said
for lazy Igor.
Now back to my story,
where was I at?
Oh yes, oh yes,
on the welcome Matt.
(Sorry Matt, didn’t mean to step on your back.)
So Dan invited the monsters inside,
Including the mysterious Mr. Hyde.
I’m glad you made it, Frankenstein sung,
Grasping the hands of his old college chum.
The two had gone,
to the School of the Weird,
For the mentally insane
And the medically feared.
I wouldn’t have missed it,
Mr. Hyde said,
But first I had to get HIM
out of my head.
Him being Mr. Hyde’s other half,
The boring and snoring Dr. Jekyll half.
No sense of humor, never any fun,
That Dr. Jekyll, you know the one.
The Invisible Man,
Medusa too,
The Mummy, Thing,
And ghosts that said Boo.
Witches with faces
To fill hearts with dread,
Ghouls, Phantoms
And other un-dead.
They were there to meet Frankenstein's creature,
One more gruesome
than your substitute teacher.
You doubt that, you say,
Well let’s just see, he’s on his way.
All of Monstropolis holds their breath,
All except those, encumbered by death.
The walls begin to crack;
the floor begins to shake,
And beneath their feet,
The castle quakes.
Then into the room, the creature came,
Soon to be known, by his maker’s name.
Held together, by wire, bolts
and a little duct tape,
All the monsters mouths,
Dropped open, agape.
The doctor had used whatever it took,
To give his new creature
A monstrous new look.
All of Monstropolis applauded his work,
All except one, who thought him a jerk.
I went to school, with this Frankenstein,
And believe you me; he’s out of his mind.
His creatures not put together,
very well at all,
He won’t even last
till the beginning of fall.
But everyone knew, he was jealous
And substitute teacher was just being grim.
So they ignored what he had to say
And partied all night and into the day.
Then before long, it was time to go home
And leave the doctor and his creature alone.
Frankenstein paid the band,
Packed their bags, and said goodbye to Dan.
Then they were off, headed to Rome,
It might be a few weeks, before they come home.
"Why Rome?" You ask again.
The answer is simple,
My curious friend.
Frankenstein's monster,
well, he likes Italian food.
And he wants you to know,
His name is Bob.
The End
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