Shakeepuddn Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 ________ is an empty poet Dredging up once-used remains For his creation of insane proportions, Stitching up his deformation electrified Then left to play— The doctor’s left with naught to say. And _________ pens an angry rhyme Preying on whomever's near, Seeking out those vital tendons, Hoping God will somehow mend him, His curse is hurled upon a star— Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far. Old ________ now, a horror story dragging feet and spreading fear, A dusty bag of ragged bones Reciting verse of gripes and groans. A royal pain untombed is he— Moaning through eternity. But __________ is another matter, A troubadour until the end. This musing monster plumbs the night, Adores his blood and shuns the light. Leveled for the sake of love, Why— Poesy fits him like a glove! Though this lover may not know it He makes a bloody decent Poet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 ________ is an empty poet Dredging up once-used remains For his creation of insane proportions, Stitching up his deformation electrified Then left to play— The doctor’s left with naught to say. And _________ pens an angry rhyme Preying on whomever's near, Seeking out those vital tendons, Hoping God will somehow mend him, His curse is hurled upon a star— Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far. Old ________ now, a horror story dragging feet and spreading fear, A dusty bag of ragged bones Reciting verse of gripes and groans. A royal pain untombed is he— Moaning through eternity. But __________ is another matter, A troubadour until the end. This musing monster plumbs the night, Adores his blood and shuns the light. Leveled for the sake of love, Why— Poesy fits him like a glove! Though this lover may not know it He makes a bloody decent Poet. -xx- Is it.....Frankenstein? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 The first is obviously Frankenstein, I think the 3rd is like the mummy or King Tut or something, and the last one is my all time favorite-Dracula. Im still working on the second though... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 [spoiler=' ']Frankenstein, Wolfman, The Mummy and Dracula Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 Good job on getting Wolfman! I never saw the movie to get the major clue but that makes a lot of sense! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 (edited) ________ is an empty poet Dredging up once-used remains For his creation of insane proportions, Stitching up his deformation electrified Then left to play— The doctor’s left with naught to say. And _________ pens an angry rhyme Preying on whomever's near, Seeking out those vital tendons, Hoping God will somehow mend him, His curse is hurled upon a star— Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far. Old ________ now, a horror story dragging feet and spreading fear, A dusty bag of ragged bones Reciting verse of gripes and groans. A royal pain untombed is he— Moaning through eternity. But __________ is another matter, A troubadour until the end. This musing monster plumbs the night, Adores his blood and shuns the light. Leveled for the sake of love, Why— Poesy fits him like a glove! Though this lover may not know it He makes a bloody decent Poet. frankenstein. Created from stiched up bodies, woken to life through a bolt of lightning, and i think dr. frankenstein is killed around then... the wolf man. It had me stumped. 3 has me stumped. dracula. He sure likes his blood Edited March 14, 2009 by Raoul Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Shakeepuddn Posted March 16, 2009 Author Report Share Posted March 16, 2009 Well done allFrankenstein Wolfman Mummy Dracula Just a little poem I wrote many years back for my niece at Halloween. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Shakeepuddn
________ is an empty poet
Dredging up once-used remains
For his creation of insane proportions,
Stitching up his deformation electrified
Then left to play—
The doctor’s left with naught to say.
And _________ pens an angry rhyme
Preying on whomever's near,
Seeking out those vital tendons,
Hoping God will somehow mend him,
His curse is hurled upon a star—
Poor Lawrence Talbot goes too far.
Old ________ now, a horror story
dragging feet and spreading fear,
A dusty bag of ragged bones
Reciting verse of gripes and groans.
A royal pain untombed is he—
Moaning through eternity.
But __________ is another matter,
A troubadour until the end.
This musing monster plumbs the night,
Adores his blood and shuns the light.
Leveled for the sake of love,
Why—
Poesy fits him like a glove!
Though this lover may not know it
He makes a bloody decent Poet.
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