Sunday, June 3, 2012


There's something about lupine saliva
that gets everyone one up in a lather
if for some reason you should get bit
you'll be a werewolf in half a minute
and if once you've turned you then gnaw another fellow
pretty soon he will swoon and cease to be so mellow;

And there is no cure for being a werewolf or so I've heard
but such defeatism is rather absurd
it seems to follow in line with reason
that the way to cure a werewolf in any season
is that all a human has to do
is bite a werewolf, and he (or she) will turn into you.

Poem by Jonathan Robinson (c) 2012
 Thanks to Lunar Cheze for the lovely pic

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