I Think My Little Sister Is A Werewolf! Poem by Richard D Remler

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I think my little sister is a Werewolf.
A lycanthrope just waiting for the night.
It's October 31st, and evening's growling.
Somehow I sense this one will have a bite.

I heard her growling some when we had supper.
I heard her claw the mirror in her room.
I can hear her scratching back just like a hound dog.
Today I caught her howling at a picture of the moon.

I think she's out there now, and kind of prowling,
For something with more kick than milk and bread.
I think my little sister is a Werewolf,
And I think I ought to hide under my bed.

And Mom and Dad, I tell you ~ They've got some explaining!
They've gone and left me all alone with her.
They sneaked on out the door without a warning.
And now I'm stuck with claws and fangs and fur!

So I'm going to hide out all night in the cellar.
I'm sure by nine or ten she'll fall asleep.
I'll board the door real good with some good old possum wood,
And I'm not gonna make a single peep!


Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**