Pity The Poor Monsters
 

No one loves an Ogre
And most folks avoid a Troll
The Banshee and the Lich Lord are unloved
And for housing its a hovel
Or a dark cave, or a mound
Into which your aged bones have just been shoved
We must live in horrid places
While you Humans hog the Sun
The mountain and the bog are our domain
And even should we die
Our awful fate is incomplete
Blasted Necromancer makes us come again
So pity the poor Monsters
Just because we're dripping slime
Doesn't mean we cannot feel the finer passions
 Imagine you are one of us-
Now would you feel inclined
To show Humans even smidgins of compassion?
We've got rotten reputations
 We are never known to hug
But the Humans freeze us, murder and inflame us
And if we should retaliate
 And knock some "people" off
I shouldn't think that anyone could blame us.
 

 Lorraine Phipps