Peter always thought he was perfectly normal
He paid his bills and his letter were formal
He was in search for a girly girl
That potentially would make his heart and feelings swirl
Though one day something wasn’t as usual
He’d gone through a change that was very crucial
He woke up feeling strangely full
And under his bed, he found a human skull
“What has happened to me?” he thought to himself
“And why is there blood all over my shelf?”
He started to think and then it became clear
That yesterday there was a full moon, full of fear
A werewolf: that’s what he’d become
And now he understood from whence the skull had come
“Well” he thought, “I might as well
Give in to destiny, so all is well”
So he lived out his brutal wolf life
And never ever did he find a wife
As every girl he ever knew
Became his lunch when full moon was due