With a name such as Creature,
Or something as;
It Came From the Drive In,
Horror comes to mind,
Itâ€™s only a name and a title.
For in further look,
Heâ€™s a critic,
Looking for those small details,
Or larger ones only found in,
Entertainment . . .
From going to oldies in looking back,
Or what is going on today,
He never disappoints.
Just the broken mirror error of sight,
Before knowing . . .
The Creature is peaceful in form,
But his reviews are another,
Yet to fear if the goal in mind,
Warms him greatly or iceâ€™s him,
Is another game in thought?
Really it is.
A good friend heâ€™s become,
Level-headed at best,
Witty when needed.
Who lives in the drive-in movies delight . . .
Means no harm and wishes,
For all to listen to his words . . .
In the end,
Itâ€™s not much to ask for,
In the long run . . .
I very glad I didnâ€™t miss out on his words,
Others might not see it,
For they may only being looking at,
What is there upon,
And not the actual reason.
Iâ€™ll leave you to find out,
As the Creature carries on what he does best,
And thatâ€™s being happy at what he can do.