The Lonely Werewolf

A werewolf is limping down a dark dirt road
Someone shot him in the leg with a silver bullet
But it did not kill him
He wonders why

It is winter and very cold
The werewolf is terribly depressed
Today is his birthday
But no one remembered

His parents are dead
And he doesn't have any brothers or sisters
Once he had a wife named Eleanor
But last night he tore her to pieces and ate her

"Where can a werewolf go to make new friends?"
He wonders
Suddenly a vampire swoops down from the sky
And slaps him in the face

The werewolf growls
The vampire hisses
Then they shake hands

That night, the monsters go on a murderous rampage
And kill twenty-thousand human beings
The werewolf has finally found a friend