the doctor was using the empty                   skull to toss
fruit salad & had the feminine arms & hands
                                        making sandwiches;
         Jack stopped by to see Ygor;
the doctor had blood on his hands;
so did Jack - Frank inviting in the grim
looking fellow (          )       striking up
an instant rapport -
'Butcher?'
'Photographer,' said Jack.
Oh, silver nitrates! some say u can talk through them,
like a magic mirror of sorts -- -'
'yeh I've heard that too.'
'Ygor said u have quite a brain.'
'Did he,'                                |
Ygor came in swilling a freshly mixed     Tom Collins -
Frankenstein turned cross -
Perhaps ur friend       would like a drink too, rudeboy,'
[ chided the dr. like a rich *** scolding his rentboy]
Jack put down the bag of moist swag -
She's a sweety alright,  could' been a brain surgeon -
'I'll bring it back to life & ask her  
           what she would like to do.'
'Say, what, k--'
'oh, yes! Jack is it,'         said Dr. F going to the liquor chest:
'if u can keep supplying me w/ beautiful maidens
   maidenly parts & pieces I can build enough
               showgirls & bathing beauties to win
            the [ Miss Crimea   Contest !]'                               ||
Jack's eyes lit  up         sparking  to a flame:                 'I'd like to be in on that!'-    'sure thing, Jack is it -' said dr. F.
picking up the        squishy sack:
'Right as rain, doc, say        be careful -she's gotta think w/ that t -'
'that's right, they interview them as
                      part of the contest - she has to be literate
Let's have a drink to it then -Ygor! I swear if his head
                          weren't ******* on..
[oh, u want her to sing & dance now -
                     in red slippers no doubt -
'I'm dreaming,'      mused the doctor -'I was
smoking earlier & I've still got a good buzz on. ...'