Don't ever dine with Frankenstein;
He feasts on flaming tupentine
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes;
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At supertime he'll slurp some slime.
He's known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy cru
will curl your hai and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may causeyou seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completly white.
You may pass out or scream in fright
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Yourhands will sweat.
Your brains will bake.
You'll cringe and cry.
You'll moan and whine.
You'll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You'll lose your lunch.
You'll lose your head.
So come . . .
and dine with ME instead
~Kevin Nesbitt
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