Bride of Frankenstein
I see him through the window:
jagged stitches, yellowish complexion,
and a face as somber as a fresh
dug grave
lumbering my way.
Dr. Frankenstein assures me
he's as sentimental
as a weeping cello.
Yet I know the moment
he enters the room,
and enunciates
"Friend"
my stunned heart
will drop to the ground
and I will scream my head off.
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Bride of Frankenstein
I see him through the window:
jagged stitches, yellowish complexion,
and a face as somber as a fresh
dug grave
lumbering my way.
Dr. Frankenstein assures me
he's as sentimental
as a weeping cello.
Yet I know the moment
he enters the room,
and enunciates
"Friend"
I will scream my head off.
My shrieks so shrill
even flying birds
will suffer heart attacks,
and like my stunned heart
drop to the ground.