In the movie Monsters Inc, the monsters were scary Some were green, some unclean, some hairless, others hairy To scare little children was the task they performed And the terrified screams emitted into electricity transform
But these frightening monsters themselves, ironically Were petrified of little children something chronically Because they thought they'd die from a child's slightest touch Even if it was just the merest of an accidental brush
Though as it turned out it was all just a lie These monsters could safely touch children and never happen to die Now you may think what I'll say next is extremely annoying You may think that my logic is exasperatingly cloying
You may wish that I would keep all these thoughts inside my head You may think that this poem is better off unread But I would like to point out, at risk of raising your dander I'll just say it out now with my usual candour That the monster who is terrified of a tiny little popette Is just like a smoker who's frightened of not having a cigarette