Wally the Wolf Boy

Wally the wolf-boy was born full of fur,
covered head to clawed toe, at night he would stir.

Full as can be, he'd howl at the moon,
Run off in the night, and awaken at noon.

Hairless and cold, he'd wander back home,
and dread nights return,
When bloodthirsty he'd roam.

In search of his prey, he scours the streets,
Sniffing and drooling for human sized treats.

Again and again, the cycle anew,
Ashamed of himself, he searches for clues.

He almost gave up, when he tripped on a tooth,
Which sparked an idea
in the form of a phone booth.

He called up a dentist and scheduled a day,
to remove all of his teeth and take them away.

Sharp fangs no longer, he has extra dull dentures,
To chew only jellow and end his adventures.