Poetry: “Ugly Sleep” (a work in progress)

Igor needed Ugly Sleep

He wasn’t looking good.

He often stayed up all night.

He had to shed some blood.

For Dr. Frankenstein

He needed body parts

Soon there’d be a monster

With a corpse’s beating heart.

They’d hide him near the village

In their secret lab.

Put it all together

On a wooden slab

And if anybody saw them

He would have to stab.

Igor needed Ugly Sleep

He hadn’t slept for days

He didn’t want his master

To fly into a rage… (tbc?)

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