!!MONSTER POEM!!
by Ana, Caroline, Karina, Logan, Olivia, Phoebe, Seraphina, Sophia, WeiWei
This collaborative Monster Poem was written by some of the members of the "TEENS WRITE!" group, on Wednesday, October 3, 2012, in the Tompkins County Public Library. This program is made possible by the Tompkins County Public Library Foundation, through the generous gifts of Carrie Shearer and Suzanne Spitz.
Monster, your head is white and bony like a skull, protruding from your boulder-like shoulders. It is full of empty space — it wobbles and topples and clinks and clanks.
If we mowed your eyebrows into a hedge maze, everyone would get lost in there.
Your eyes remind me of the offspring of a snake and a cat: don't look at me like that! At night your eyes gleam like two bright moons, too high to ever reach. They shine like stars — but stars burn if you get too close.
Monster, your breath smells like my dog's, only 2,000 times worse. It smells like blood and pepperoni.
Your nose is like a thread from Little Red Riding Hood's cloak. It has a lump on it that looks like a toad. And your cheeks are flushed a sickly green.
Your teeth look like a smashed school bus, bright gold and irregularly shaped, broken and cratery.
Inside the cave of your mouth, smelly yellow stalactites gnash against halagmites.
Your tongue is purple, about a foot long, and covered in hideous warts.
Monster, your voice sounds like an angry snake singing a duet with a moose that has been diagnosed with consumption, pneumonia and leprosy. It sounds like really bad heavy metal music, booming from your mouth (which is the size of a pea).
Your smile is sarcastic and sinister, gaping and crescent shaped.
When your stomach rumbles, all the animals flee their nests & hollows & dens & perches, for fear of an earthquake. Yet your stomach is too small to fit a pebble.
You arms are thick people-smashers, like some out of control machine. Those gorilla arms of yours sprout from your waist.
Your hands are stained with dark red blood and your fingernails are long sheets of dirty ice.
Your legs, in pairs of 5, stick out of your chest at weird angles.
Your feet have dark claws that clatter on the floor. How do you walk on feet that are so incredibly tiny?
Your sorrow overwhelms your love; your appetite overwhelms your beauty.
Your heart is probably good, despite the rude things everyone says about you.
