Frankenstein’s Little Monster

Very rare, the teddy bear,

The doctor brought to life.

A bolt from God, the lightning rod,

Completes the surgeon’s knife.

Resin eyes, where passion lies,

Burn crimson red like blood.

And doom to note, a duffle coat,

With Paddington-style hood.

‘It is done, my little son!’

The doctor’s gleeful shout.

And as the ted, sat up in bed,

The workshop lights went out.

Death ray eyes, glowed bloody fireflies,

Evil eyes: rapier lasers; remote.

Static fur, began to stir,

Round tiny bolts through tiny throat.

The doctor’s gasp, the bench to grasp,

A monster; he’d given breath.

The teddy bear, flew in the air,

And cuddled him to death.

And so that night, it took to flight,

A demon with cute ears.

Who for a lovin’, knocks out your stuffin’,

And it all ends up in tears.