Young Frankenstein

(Another fictional journey about a crazy doctor.  Really should try to write one of these again.)

Beneath the clean-cut hedges
And the children playing tag
Thrives a maze-like lab
Run by Dr. Thaddeus Donald Thad

He is a man who never rests
For there is too much work to do
His robots needs their oil
And their lasers calibrated too

His animals need feeding
Each a special breed
This job is for the doctor’s beast
Named Ebenezer Kane

A gorilla with a rhino horn
And three prehensile tails
He cooks for them all day
In his corner of the lab

A white-walled kitchen
Kept clean and fully stocked
The doctor moves among his rooms
Visiting his vast designs

Cyborgs with the heads of sheep
And mutants made of vines
Creatures that desire darkness
Birthed from his maddest days

An armory of weapons
That the army turned away
He checks them all in turn
Stopping at his latest pet

A little boy at age of ten
That wandered down too far
The doctor gave him wings
Of softest feathers found

A third eye embedded to see behind
And an arm of shifting metal
The boy still cries
For his mother’s smile
And his favored game of tag

All would still be his
If he did not wander down
Into the realm of a mad doctor
Named Dr. Thaddeus Donald Thad