In the movie Monsters Inc, the monsters were scary
Some were green, some unclean, some were hairless, others hairy
To scare little children was the task they performed
And the terrified screams emitted into electricity transform
But these frightening monsters themselves, ironically
Were petrified of little children something chronically
Because they thought they'd die from a child's slightest touch
Even if it was just the merest of an accidental brush
Though as it turned out it was all just a lie
These monsters could safely touch children and never happen to die
Now you may think what I'll say next is extremely annoying
You may think that my logic is exasperatingly cloying
You may wish that I would keep all these thoughts inside my head
You may think that this poem is better off unread
But I would like to point out, at risk of raising your dander
I'll just say it out now with my usual candour
That the monster who is terrified of a tiny little popette
Is just like a smoker who's frightened of not having a cigarette
(Sydney, Australia - 2005)
I should be afraid of not having a cigarette, they do own me after all. If I don't have them for a long period of time, I'll lose my addiction and will have to start my path to self destruction all over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Allesandra I enjoyed every line, keep it up