If you can read these words
The Invisible Man is not lurking
Either that or his invisible potion
Is no longer
Working
If you can read these words
The Invisible Man is not lurking
Either that or his invisible potion
Is no longer
Working
A zombie just wants to be dead
It never asked to be alive
So don’t get uptight about the brain eating
They need them
To not survive
The Whispering Werewolf
Softly purrs roar
Like a cat and a dog
On a Cat Meets Dog Shore
He slips through rooms quickly
On padded tiptoes
And growls only sweetly
And just through his nose
You might catch a glimpse
And you might even shriek
But you shouldn’t be worried
He’s the sweetest of freaks
The vampire sleeps in the daytime
He sneaks in the shadows at night
He drinks nothing but blood
Don’t believe those commercials
From Sprite
Question Mark Face
Wants to steal your face
And replace his face
With your face
Because Question Mark Face
Has no real face
Just a question mark face
Hence the name Question Mark Face
But what Question Mark Face
Needs much more than your face
Is a word other than face
To rhyme with Question Mark Face
He didn’t ask to be made
But since he is here
Could he trouble you
For some lemonade?
“Hey, there, monsters.”
“Grr.”
“Look, I think you’re cute. Really, I do.”
“Grr.”
“You’re welcome. But, the thing is, not everyone thinks you’re cute.”
“Grr?”
“I know, I know. But late at night, when it’s just a bit too dark, and the only thing visible is your eyes or
your claws, it’s, and I quote, ‘kinda scary.’”
“Grr!”
“I get it, I get it. But try explaining that to a three-year old.”
“Grr.”
“No apology necessary. It’s out of your control. But listen, we’ve got a great new place for you.”
“Grr?”
“I know you guys, being monsters, would prefer to be in the closet, instead of out in the open on the
wall like this. Well, guess what?”
“Grr!”
“Yup! Enjoy, and we’ll see you when you’re no longer kinda scary.”
“Grr.”
An old cheese sandwich
Rejuvenated to life
Frankenstein’s Muenster
That Death Ray won’t work
But it will give you more life
Boy, did I screw up
My hunchback’s on strike
I must carry my corpses
But I won’t clean up
Monsters on the moon
Looking quite displeased
Because they’ve just discovered that
The moon’s not made of cheese
Or perhaps it’s simply loneliness
There’s no one round to play
Or maybe that’s just how they are
Their face just looks that way
If you peer monsters on the moon
Be sure to give a wave
And someday they could come back home
So make sure to behave
The Wolf Man looks up
There is just a crescent moon
Which means hairy back
Creature in the sky
Suddenly struck by lightning
Alive but real peeved
Swirly hypno eyes
Charismatic Dracula
Asks for help to move