The Werewife

‘Twas a full moon

And the night-things were howling.

I was iff on my own

‘Cause my girlfriend was scowling.

She’s usually laid back, 

Accepting, and kind

But once every month

She goes out if her mind.

She nags and she whimpers.

She speaks only commands.

Her heart freezes over

And she speaks with her hands.

I’ve put the time on my calendar;

I am no fool.

When the werewife awakens

It’s time to leave and play pool.