His neighbors gawked
as Frankie walked
15 the paths up to their porches.
Each time he tried,
the folks inside
would chase him off with torches.
“A MONSTER! EEK!”
20 the people shrieked.
“Oh, make him go away!”
The angry hordes
unsheathed their swords,
pulled pitchforks out of hay.
25 They threw tomatoes,
pigs, potatoes,
loaves of moldy bread.
And then a thought
struck Frankenstein
30 as pickles struck his head.
