Billy Frankenstein And His Mag: Chapter 1

Billy Frankenstein And His Magical Glue

 

The following is a story that I once was told

I can't say for sure if it's true

About young Billy Frankenstein, just ten years old

Who once owned some magical glue

 

He'd stick together any knickknacks purloined

To other bits and pieces he'd found

And the magical glue caused whatever he'd joined

To get up and start walking around

 

He once made a man out of sticks and roast beef

And no sooner had the little man stood

When the dog scooped the effigy up in its teeth

And all that was left was the wood

 

So then Billy thought he'd make a straw donkey

It was a fine one, he used a whole bale

But one leg was too short so its trot was all wonky

And it got hungry and ate its own tail

 

So Bill glued together a cat made of string

He was determined it would be the best

But the dog chased it into a tree, poor thing

And a bird used it to build a new nest

 

Ticked off, Billy poured the glue into the trash

He just couldn't get anything right!

And now if it's dark and you hear a loud crash

It's the trash monster prowling the night.