Changing Poem by Kieran J1996

I feel my body tearing,
And I begin violently swearing,
He said it wouldn't hurt,
He did that lying Kurt,

My Uncle Kurt he lied to me,
The pain IS worse than the sting of a bee,
My small bones stretch and snap,
With an ear-splitting crack,

Within my body fire burns,
It's what every young cub learns,
In the glade I begin to moan,
And then one final groan,

Now I'm a wolf no longer a man,
When I set off I ran and ran,
When I stopped I smelt a rabbit,
I began to drool a lupine habit,