The Werewolf on Thanksgiving:
A FREE Werewolf Thanksgiving Poem
By Rusty Fischer, author of My Big, Fat, Hairy Werewolf Intervention
Copyright © 2011 by Rusty Fischer
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Cover credit: © Lukiyanova Natalia – Fotolia.com
Author’s Note:
The following is a FREE werewolf Thanksgiving poem. Any errors, typos, grammar or spelling issues are completely the fault of the werewolves. (They’re not very patient with the editorial process!)
Anyway, I hope you can overlook any minor errors you may find; enjoy!
The Werewolf on Thanksgiving:
A FREE Thanksgiving Poem by Rusty Fischer
I sit at the table
Tapping my feet.
As chomping and slurping
My family, they eat.
They are clueless, you see
That a wolf might be here.
As I try to sit still
And smile, ear to ear.
For if the wolf thinks I know
That he’s in our midst;
He’s bound to get angry
And huffy… and pissed!
So I play it all cool
On this Thanksgiving Day
And hope that the werewolf
Will just… go away.
I know that he’s here
Only in human form.
‘Cause the vibe at this table
Is well past the norm.
I can smell him, all ugly
And snarly and gross.
As my brother burps loudly
And grunts, “Pass the toast.”
I cannot; I will not.
For to move is a crime.
I know if I do
He’ll be on me in no time.
Or it could be a she.
I’m clueless, I know.
But I can’t spot who’s Wolfie
‘Til his fangs start to grow.
It could be my mother
(Who’s quite quick to anger.)
Or maybe my Dad.
(Whose toenails spell danger.)
It might be Aunt Fannie.
(Who smells rather… odd.)
Or poor Uncle Chuck.
Or my big brother, Todd.
My sister’s been angry
Ever since Halloween.
(And has the hairiest mole
That I’ve ever seen!)
But wait, what’s that snarling
And huffing and puffing?
Oh wait, it’s just Todd
Who’s wolfing down stuffing.
The mood it grows tense,
As the temperature drops.
The snorting, it’s starting
And then it just… stops.
But why are they looking
At my dinner plate?
Could it be ‘cause the size of
The helping I ate?
Or is it my fingers
As they split right in two?
Or the veins in my neck,
All bulging and… blue?
Is it ‘cause my nose is turning
Into a snout?
And what used to be in
Is now bulging out?
Could it be that the hair
Is starting to grow?
No, not on my head
But where hair shouldn’t grow?
Like out of my ear holes
And out of my nose;
And under my fingers
And over my toes!
At last, that old Wolfie
Has shown his true face.
As my family, it scatters
All over the place.
It isn’t my nephew,
My sis or my aunt.
I can’t face the truth;
Oh no, I just can’t.
The werewolf is neither
A he or a she.
The werewolf on Thanksgiving
Is little old… me!
About the Author:
Rusty Fischer
Rusty Fischer is a professional freelance writer who lives in sunny Florida with his beautiful wife, Martha. They enjoy riding bikes, long, leisurely walks on the beach, romantic dinners and zombie movies; with a few werewolf movies thrown in for good measure!
(Well, Rusty does, anyway!)
Rusty is the author of several YA supernatural novels, including Zombies Don’t Cry (Medallion Press, 2011), Ushers, Inc. (Decadent Publishing, 2011), Detention of the Living Dead (Quake Books, 2012) and Vamplayers (Medallion Press, 2012).
His latest, My Big, Fat, Hairy Werewolf Intervention comes out from Noble Young Adult just in time for the holidays.
Visit his blog, www.zombiesdontblog.blogspot.com, for news, reviews, cover leaks, writing and publishing advice, book excerpts and more!
And if you can’t wait for his next release, download his complete YA novel Vampires Drool! Zombies Rule! absolutely FREE at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/25988.