Wayward Werewolf


As the moon came up,
The wolf sat down.
Tonight he can't just roam around.
It's just not fair,
It can't be right!
For mum to keep him in tonight.
He should be out,
He should be prowling.
But instead he sits here scowling.
For he's been bad,
He's made a mess.
He's ripped and torn his sunday best!

As the moon came up,
The wolf sat down.
Tonight he can't just roam around.
It's just not fair,
It can't be right!
For mum to keep him in tonight.
He should be out,
He should be prowling.
But instead he sits here scowling.
For he's been bad,
He's made a mess.
He's ripped and torn his sunday best!

©2002 Gareth Lancaster

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On 29/05/2013 at 14:08 GMT Maxen from Texas wrote:

"Werewolf tastic it is vary vary awesome"

On 22/04/2013 at 18:04 GMT Lindsey from U.S.A wrote:

"This is AWESOME!"

On 30/03/2009 at 06:20 GMT Andre from Australia wrote:

"It's a great poem and it's also got heaps of rymes in it."

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