| The Call of Cthulhu | | Print | |
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A poem inspired by Neil Gaiman's short story I, Cthulhu (http://www.neilgaiman.com/p/Cool%20Stuff/Short%20Stories/I%20Cthulhu) which in turn is based upon H.P. Lovecraft's book The Call of Cthulhu. Cthulhu is a creatureWho's like you never saw. Head to toe in tenticles Big hands and massive claw. Cthulhu waits a dreaming So he might live again. When he will rule this earth And claim back his domain. But poor Cthulhu’s lonely He longs to find a mate Someone to share his life with Or p'raps a casual date. Cthulhu likes to slither. Cthulhu loves to spawn. Could you make Cthulhu happy? Could you make squiddy porn? If you answer yes to all these things, Please, pick up the phone. Dial 0845 ink me up and Speak after the tone. I am Cthulhu, Lord of all. I wait to get your call. |