(To be read like an upscale or refined British poet)
My old green friend.
You crushed buildings and Japanese temples
for my amusement.
People shrieked and ran as the rubble fell around them.
You calmly snacked on a train for lunch.
As a child,
Oh how I enjoyed your antics so.
Though many have followed in your big rubbery footsteps...
Rodan... Mothra... Anguirus...
You are still
The King of the Monsters.
Rory T. PenlandTHIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR