A Bored Monster

Whatever is a monster to do,
When he's bored of scaring you?
Building tall creamy milkshake towers,
Is great for many slow idle hours,
But when that job is all done,
He needs to find another one.

Making a flower and carrot salad,
Can be done to a monster's ballad,
Jauntily jog down to the park,
To wrestle squirrels in the dark,
Fill the bath with sloppy mud,
Jump in with a mighty thud.

Tickle the neighbor's fluffy kitty,
Send it home nice and skitty,
Cook a wicked monster's brew,
Add his underpants to the stew,
Pull stringy bogies from his nose,
Droop them over hairy toes.

But monsters do not do these things,
(not even those with scaly wings),
Now you should know I'm being silly,
Sillier than a silly billy,
A bored monster you will never see,
Because he's happy scaring me!

AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

by Angela and Hazel