Today’s the day we celebrate
A person who wrote books so fine
It’s Mary Shelley, author of
That modern classic Frankenstein
Today’s her birthday! Celebrate!
Two hundred sixteen years at last
So come on now and resurrect
Some long dead aspect of the past
Call a flame from long ago
A high school sweetheart, someone who
Despite their life and family
I’m sure would love to hear from you
Or maybe find that casserole
That’s lurking in the freezer bin
Scrape the green stuff off and then
Heat it up and dig right in
Is there someone you despise
But you let the grudge go cold?
Fan those flames! Release the hate!
Let your rage run uncontrolled
Perhaps one time addiction held
Your spirit face down in the dirt
But now you’ve kicked it - have some fun
One more sip or snort can’t hurt
So go and dig up something old
Something buried, dead and gone
I’ve never read the book, but still
What’s the worst that could go wrong?