Frankenstein's poem

the monster & his daughter Janey walked into their gingerbread house. she was coming home from school, he was returning from another day on the job: frightening villagers.

‘did your mom get milk?’ the monster asked.

‘did you get milk?!’ Janey yelled.  ‘yes!’ came the shout.

‘yes.’ said Janey. the monster sat at the table while Janey poured the milk. they had cookies, too. Oreos.

‘I’m really getting tired of tramping around, scaring kids all the time.’ the monster said. ‘I think I’m getting too old for this.’

for a moment, the monster was lost in his sadness.

‘anyway, I wrote a poem.’

‘tell me your poem, Dad.’ Janey said, like a good daughter.

the monster recited his poem.

   the sun is shining

   and the daisies are in bloom

   so why am I

   so full of gloom?

   frightening villagers

   is the job that I’ve got.

   but I want to be the guy

   that I am not.

   so I lie in the shade

   of the apple tree

   and dream about

   a different me.

‘that’s pretty, Dad.’ Janey said, & the monster smiled his cracked smile.‘but Dad,’ Janey continued, ‘you are what you are.’

‘you can’t change that.’

so the monster finished his milk, feeling even gloomier.  The End.