"Abba"

The demon cleverly connives

And plots and thrives

On plans designed by a bizarre mind.

He sits down at his desk to draw

The most nightmarish frights,

(His joyful maniac delights)

To claw and paw

And moan and groan

And grunt and grimace

Conjuring up a most terrifying menace.

Seizing a pen, the demon draws with a grin

And scourges round in the bin of his mind

For a monster in kin to himself and his bride

The uncanny and insane

The weird, strange, deranged

Rough needled skin and razor claws

Affixed to vicious thick black paws

A hundred and five glittery red eyes

On a leering face to make the fearless cry

Shambling and shrieking down the hall

The demon smiles and plots it all

And when the baby monster is hatched

He lays it down sweetly in a box of thatch

Wraps it up and calls an angel with a smile

"Look what I've been doing all this while,"

He says, "Come and see!

I've got a special present

Just for you from me."

The angel appears with a wary look,

Casting a curious glance at his gleeful companion,

And as he takes a glance at the package,

It bursts into flames with a petrifying pop

And the fiend springs from the wreckage.

The angel's eyes go wide, and he pales

He narrowly avoids a lightning hit

He speeds off, the monster merrily pursuing

To the angel's cries of, "Fucking shit!"