Werewolf as a Dinner Guest
His fur is fresh and faintly grey
those eyes are like a summer’s day
but deadly wolves will rip you right apart.
Don’t call him down for dinner;
likely you will be thinner,
after he knocks you down and eats your heart.
Those claws beneath those cuddly paws,
those sharpened teeth in gaping jaws,
they’ll tear the paint right off your flawless home.
After he splits your cable
and once he bites your table
he’ll stain your carpet with his rabid foam.
He’ll smash your silver china plates,
he’ll scare off all your dinner dates.
I’d wear a plate of armor on your chest,
or badly you’ll be bleeding;
finding you won’t be needing
a teething werewolf as a dinner guest.
***
“Hey, Prongs, dinner at your house tonight?”
“Er, sorry, Moony, but it’s a full moon and““
“Come on, it will be like the old days.”
“Sorry, I have to set my alarm clock. I got to go.”
“…Prongs?”