This one just wants to be scary.
I always wanted to be scary, not just nice.
I wanted my sight to fill people with ice.
When I tried to hide and suddenly go “BOO!”
It didn’t really work through and through.
I had to keep quiet, but I couldn’t.
I just giggled and laughed, and I shouldn’t.
I had to stay still, but I didn’t.
I shook with laughter, a pretty clear hint.
I wanted to have horns that scare and frighten.
The sight of which would make your hair whiten.
I don’t have horns, not even stumps.
My round head won’t give anyone goose bumps.
I wanted to have long, shaggy, black fur
That would make your speech start to slur.
My fur is fluffy and the brightest pink.
Smooth and silky, not a single wrink.
I wanted to roar like a lion
So loudly that you’d hear it in Orion.
My voice more of a song and less of a howl.
Less like lightning and more like a towel.
I wanted eyes that glow red and sharp.
When you saw them, you’d go play the harp.
My eyes are deep brown with a glimmer.
In the dark they don’t get any dimmer.
I wanted my claws to be sharp and long
So sharp the light would bend all wrong.
I don’t have claws, my paws are soft.
They don’t do much more than waft.
I wanted to be big and tower over all.
In my hands, a giant would be a doll.
My back is short and my legs as well.
Not at all like those of a gazelle.
I wanted everyone to fear my punches and kicks.
They would break bone and shatter stone bricks.
Instead of fearsome punches and kicks
I can only give lovely kisses and licks.
I wanted and I wanted and it’s not so.
I can’t change it, I know, I know.
I wanted to be scary but I just can’t.
I’ll just be boring, like a wax plant.
I wanted to frighten, but I know I won’t.
I’ll share a hug even if you don’t.
I can’t change, so why even bother
At least I’ll be fit to be a good father.