~ The Wolf-man ~

The moon was bright, not quite midnight when he got itchy feet.

His toes began to split his shoes, his eyebrows then did meet.

His nose grew long. He felt so strong and hurtled off to the moors

while hairs were sprouting everywhere, his clothes got left indoors.

He looked up now towards the moon and soon began to howl.

So shocked was he, “what’s going on?” He started then to scowl,

as soon he found it really strange, he walked a different way…

Instead of on his own 2 feet his hands came in to play.

“My goodness” he tried to express, but just let out a whine.

“Could it be I’m dreaming?”  He howled another time.

He glanced down looking for his watch. Wherever was his wrist?

but all he saw was loads of hairs,  Could it be he was p*****? (Drunk!)

It really was the strangest thing. He ‘Thought’ as man, the same

though started looking more like beast. The wolf man he became.

He never went back home again, nor did he turn back right!

Still he’s strolling on the moors. You might hear him at night.

©Ananya

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