Monster Smash - The Feast From The Beast

The creatures of the night had monstrous envy

Of the bangers, monster mash and gravy

So they held a party to fill themselves with dread and buffet

Merrman thinks modern cooking is pish

He makes blancmange, cupcakes and a jelly dish

Any flavour you wish, as long as it tastes entirely of fish

Zombies not so light on their undead feet

Knock up a cocktail that will turn you white as a sheet

Werewolves forgo the drink for their favourite doggy treat

Fanny Bull the greedy cannibal has too much on her plate

Though ghosts are always transparent about how much they ate

Mogwai's always leave their eating dangerously late

A Quiet Place mat on the table is laid

Leatherface with his food always he played

Romantic meal lighting provided by a helpful floating shade

Xenomorphs slick use both maws at their food to pick

IT clowns around giving his plate a good lick

The Fly washed his meal down with a cup of cold sick

Candyman's hook hand uncans the spam

The Catpeople giving it the big iams

Lecter makes mutton chops to silence the lamb

All the monsters realise they have bit of more than they can chew

Fit to burst and ready to spew

Not a drop of space for some Hungarian Ghoulash stew

They'll forgo desert and have only coffee or a witches brew

The prospect of washing all the dishes the real horror true