Treasure Island

Anita Wisniewska



Today's the day that I am scared

For I see werewolves everywhere

I see werewolves on the stair

Snapping jaws and bristling hair

I see werewolves everywhere

I see werewolves everywhere

Why do they chase me, its not fair

Glaring with their red-eyed glare

They scare me so and they don't care!

Why can't they say in their stinking lair?

I see werewolves everywhere.

Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009

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  • Juan Olivarez (1/28/2011 7:26:00 PM)

    My favorite werewolf of all time was not Lon Chaney Jr. as you might think, But the great actor Oliver Reed, In Hammer's Curse of the werewolf. I love your poem Anita very well written. (Report) Reply

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