Eric Was a Werewolf
This is a true story.
For Eric Parker
And for Nick Bertozzi who was also a werewolf
Eric Was a Werewolf
Eric was a fine young man
‘Tho he was a little odd
Artistic and adventurous
With a likeable façade
A sharp sense of humor
He was quiet and kind
He loved to work with metal
He had a brilliant mind
But something was a little off
Something not quite right
Eric had a secret that he held onto tight
Eric was a werewolf
He couldn’t quite fit in
Eric was a werewolf
He had some hairy skin
Eric was a werewolf
A hard thing to endure
Eric was a werewolf
Of that there is no cure
Eric was a werewolf
He couldn’t stand the pain
Eric was a werewolf
It was driving him insane
Eric had a good life
With travels home and abroad
He had a loving family
Of him they were so proud
An inviting twinkle in his eye
And a playful sort of grin
The kind a werewolf might possess
To subtly lure you in
It was a fate he could not bear
A destiny too grim
And with each month the renewed fear
Of changing once again
Eric was a werewolf
He tried to keep it light
Eric was a werewolf
Such a wicked fight
Eric was a werewolf
No one really knew
Eric was a werewolf
He just seemed rather blue
Eric was a werewolf
He couldn’t stand the pain
Eric was a werewolf
It was driving him insane
It was June the 18th
The full moon coming round
Eric was troubled when he rolled into town
He went to the station
In agony and in pain
Eric walked down the tracks
For a dance with the train
Out of Boston it came
Heading south round the bend
Eric said “Enough”
And at 4:20 made it end
Eric was a werewolf
He could take no more
Eric was a werewolf
It pained him to the core
Eric was a werewolf
He couldn’t stand the pain
Eric was a werewolf
It was driving him insane
Eric was a werewolf
He couldn’t stand the pain
Eric was a werewolf
Who went waltzing with the train.
2017
Lisa C Bassignani
Tue 18th Jun 2019 01:51
Thank you Dorothy