The great big roar of the big horned beast Fills the corridors with fear. I cower in the corner, a feast For a towering monster. Sheer Terror fills my veins, my feet no longer can Carry me. Pain, fear, tears, sweat Move quickly past where they began. The beastie poses a large-scale threat. Teeth sharp as swords, breath hot as Hell, I await my slow, painful slumber to come. The big horned beast doth stop, his bones did jell, And his visage disappeared, split at the rhumb. And as I was running from my cruel twisted fate, I came to see I had only to wait.