The Finest Monster

If I were a monster my mouth would be square.

My fangs would ooze, and my claws would shimmer.

One look from my eyes would make the Sasquatch shiver.

My tongue would splinter and spew darts at invaders.

My four arms would stretch and tear through crusaders.

My belly would swell to engulf tasty morsels.

And by that I mean all of you delicious mortals.

If I were a monster my skin would be fuchsia.

Because when I finish my work, gorging on flesh, I consider myself an artiste, with a taste for the finer.