THE BLOOD SUCKING MONSTER

 In the wilderness I stumbled, while a warning an owl hooted

Before me stood a creature heavily booted and sooted

On his bald pate a crown

And on his pimply face a ferocious frown 

He was a tall slouching man with a hooked nose

And he craned his neck and stood on his toes.

The earth shook with tremors wild

Who was it shrieking in the wilderness wide?

Chickens leapt from the hedge squawking wildly as they fled

The cicadas cried and cried, perhaps filled with dread

 He was in an apoplectic rage

Like an animal trapped in a cage.

The monstrous creature chortled, his swarthy face all mottled

Perhaps uncorking his emotions long bottled

 It snorted and howled pounded and growled

With impatience I bristled, the monster whistled

Pointing at me a finger thistled

“Why are you awake at this time of night? Do you not know it is not right?

There are monsters on the prowl, hear that growl?”

I managed a stutter; “oh it is merely the hooting of an owl.”

“You have the temerity to argue with me

 Have you not seen my true colours,” said he in wicked glee

Then In    the air, a hand he swiped

Magically producing a typewriter, on which he typed.

The words flew in a vicious torrent “this is your death warrant”.

Handing me a piece of paper, he said.

 In a tremulous voice I asked, “Am I alive or dead?”

No arguing with the king, he said looking at his grotesque ring

In the jungle my word is law

 From your personality, erase this argumentative flaw.

 “You will be behind bars”,

 Said he running his hand through his hair sparse.

“If you toe my line, you will be fine

If you don’t, on you I will dine.”

Then towards the stump of a tree he strode

From under which scurried an ugly looking toad.

 Was someone playing the fiddle?

Or were they merely the notes of a conundrum wrapped in a riddle?

From the stump he picked up a mug

And with a wicked wink and a grotesque shrug

From the mug he ravenously slurped

Crickets chirped, the monster burped.

Absolutely satiated with the blood

 From his trousers now with one thistled finger he removed the mud.

With a malicious glint in his eye

Towards me he walked with a portentous sigh

He adjusted the crown and the malicious frown

And looking at me screamed “I want more blood, you dud!!!