by John Deering
The author of this book is having fun mocking Halloween. Little does he know that the audience are the monsters themselves.
I received a free copy of this book from the author for an honest review.
I’ve always thought that poets are a little different. This book is proof of that. I’m not saying that that is a bad thing. My son is a poet and he’s a bit different and he knows it. He doesn’t mind that he’s different and I love that he’s different.
I Killed the Man Who Wrote This Book starts with poetry by Theodore Ficklestein about (making fun of) Halloween. A lot of it is about candy and Halloween parties and making fun of the scary stuff. One of my favorite poems:
So You’re the Monster?
Is Frankenstein the monster’s name or not?
This has been a long debate of readers of the
There is always one clever bastard who points
out the Frankenstein is not the monster’s
But the Scientist’s name.
That is the same person who knows why the
author of the Wizard Of Oz chose Oz for the
place of the wizard.
I didn’t really help with this question at all.
Is Frankenstein the name of the monster or
Oh, who the hell knows!
All I know is that when I tell people about
Frankenstein, they think I am talking about the
monster, not the scientist.
The second part of the book is written by monsters who killed the author on Halloween because they didn’t appreciate his wit and humor.
This is the kind of poetry I like. It’s different and funny. I have a friend who says he doesn’t like poetry because you can’t understand it but you can definitely understand Theodore Ficklestein’s poetry, even if it is weird. I definitely recommend this book. I have two other poetry books written by this author and I am looking forward to reading them.
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