When Frankenstein played God
His master dug a grave
And stole another brain
Some limbs a limp an arm or two
No one ever said
Tied down to a table
Lightning strikes at midnight
Frank is back to life again
What a bloody fright
Castle creak in darkness
Staircase filled with horror
Footsteps in the shadows
Frank is now his widow
Armoured knight in power
Bolted neck strong and tight
Frank hates to say goodnight
His smile is bent and scarred
Arms held out straight enough
His eyes are opened wide
His finding love is tough
He's stalking in the woods again
A girl has screamed and cried
Searching for some action
And when Franky slowly catches
A death of cold that lonely night he died.
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Good write, the book is actually about a sad love story.
yeah, I know, GF, I just wanted to make it as simple as possible. there are flaws in this poem but it's humorous enough for a little bit of light entertainment. thank, Andy, for you're the comment.
I forget sometimes that Franky is the creator of the monster. So what is the monster's name? Could be Joe Bloggs for all we know! lol. Is the creator Mr Frank N. Stein? (Wish I would shut up. lol).
it's Mr Dr Frankenstein who creates the monster. Mary Shelly never put a name to the monster and it's a mistake the world over thinking the monster is Frankenstein. now you know, at least, it's not.
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