My Gramps and I Are Werewolves!
My grandpa is a werewolf,
and he thinks that no one knows.
But every time the moon is full
his hairy body grows.
His teeth turn into scary fangs.
He grows enormous ears.
He turns into a monstrous thing
that everybody fears.
He yowls and howls and makes such noise
the neighbors lock their doors.
I think that I’m the only one
who loves it when he roars.
Then last month when it happened
I began to howl, too.
And all the neighbors thought
that they were living in a zoo.
But howling’s not the only thing
that happened on that night.
My ears turned long and pointy,
and I grew a tail of white.
And then my nose grew very long.
My ears began to shiver.
Then my feet turned into paws.
My jaw began to quiver.
I ran into the bathroom,
and I saw a gruesome sight.
I’d turned into a werewolf
like my grandpa on that night!
Now Gramps and I can’t wait each month
to prowl the neighborhood,
and when the moon is full
on Halloween it’s extra good!
We chase the trick-or-treaters,
and we make them run away.
I wish that full moon halloween
would happen every day!
— Kathy Kenney-Marshall
Copyright © 2006. All Rights Reserved. From Dinner with Dracula: A Spine-Tingling Collection of Frighteningly Funny Poems. Meadowbrook Press. Reprinted by permission of the author.