A Werewolf Comes to Tea

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I know this Werewolf, 

A real nice gal. Well,

Most of the time.

She has this tendency

To just drop by,

Unannounced and uninvited.

Unwanted, I'll say,

Since it's just between you and I.

So, she comes by

Every month, like a cycle

Or a clock-

Except one that never stops,

It never breaks.

God I wish it did,

So I could take it back to the shop.

But she comes by every month

When the moon is full

And decides that is the best time

To get really, really drunk.

She doesn't even care

That she eats all my food

And clogs my shower with hair,

She doesn't even care that 

She shouts at my friends

And makes me cry for days on end.

She bites and snarls

And howls and moans,

And no one else knows

That it's her- not me

I'm blamed, I'm framed,

Called bipolar

And everything in between.

I try to invite them round to tea,

To try and make them believe

That she is real.

They tell me, though, that werewolves

Are story-books fads,

That we all have friends like that,

That I should just own up to it-

After all,

Hysteria ain't so bad.

The Werewolf overstays her welcome each month,

She rents a room inside my house.

She scares me with a knife

In her big paws

And tells me what to do

Whilst she licks her sharp teeth

In her long nose

– And I am

Red, red, red,

Little and riding a wave

I have no hope for.

It's not as if I can start a fight

With the full moon.

What can a girl do

When a Werewolf wants to come for tea?

Except for close your eyes, take some pills

And say: "So, what will it be?"

by Grace Ellis

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