I liked Frankenstein
he was a pal of mine
he scared all the losers away
then we would have a great evening
strolling the streets at night
trying to give everyone a fright
all were very uptight
girls are all out of sight
they would all come
with their rakes and guns
try to beat my poor friend
this I could not comprehend
he was such a great guy
this is no lie
so really I wonder why
everyone was so shy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe the bolts in his neck put people off, Dave. Love, Fran the Fan xx