THE HOWLING HOOD HUNTER

My doctor told me I was a werewolf, and there is nothing he can do,

Forever, I'll be howling at the moon, whenever it is full or new,

I will move out to the deep woods,

Where I can hunt Red Ridding Hoods,

Maybe I will learn to hunt some other Hoods, like yellow, green, black or blue.

BLOODSHOT: A VAMPIRE LIMERICK

Late at night, something scratched at my window, while I laid in bed,

I ignored it for a while, then it was scratching on my head,

It was a vampire rousing my veins,

He drank the blood headed into my brains,

Everyone at work next day, said my eyes were bloodshot red.

I KISSED A BLUE DRAGON

I kissed a blue dragon, and it stung me on the lips,

I swear that the poison went straight to my hips,

It hurt my hips bad,

My eyes teared up sad,

Now I drink with a straw: the only way I get sips.

HIGH DOME GNOME POEM

Hey, little guy with the big, high dome,

I understand they call you a gnome,

I wish you'd leave and go home,

Instead around my garden, you roam,

I'm so bothered, I set you to poem.