A victim of my own carnivorous cantankerous lunar escapades…

Out I am for a meal,

A life I am about to steal,

I hate it when people wear teal,

Your death by me has been sealed…

Full moon does bring on my desires,

I also abhor those that deliver fliers,

Just so much paper making a trail,

Better to read it in brail,

In your forehead a ten-penny nail…

Plaid the color of the moors,

I was spawned there with a six-pack of Coors,

I only did take a left-handed detour,

From there I was transformed, next time I follow the brochures…

The moon so bright,

It does clearly me light,

It does show to the world my blight,

Please lord, take this vision from my sight,

Maybe I should try, off a cliff, to take flight…

          © ed ~ 2/20/05