Made In The Lab Poem by Ima Ryma

Dr. Frankenstein did make me,
Using body parts, this and that.
A bride for the Monster to be,
I was quite shocked where I was at.
My white lightninged coned hairdo stood
On end when the Monster I met.
I shrieked, and in all likelihood
This made the Monster quite upset.
The Monster killing me is myth.
Yes, often we are on the skids.
But, the Monster I did stay with,
Mainly so because of the kids.

Life with the Monster can be grim,
But a part of me still loves him.