He Followed Us Home and We Kept Him

He Followed Us Home and We Kept Him

The kids and I loved him so much!

And he was sad, you know, misunderstood;

and he didn’t have a family of his own …

of course we offered him a home with us.

The man of the house was less enchanted

but we said, ‘Look, he’s got nowhere else.

He’s already destroyed his homeland.’

So he let him stay … grudgingly.

But never spoke to him, never played

hidey or chasey, wanted to ban him

from joining us at meals, and refused

to read him bedtime stories. I ask you!

It’s true he took up a lot of room, and

ate a lot too – but he caught his own food,

and he was better than any guard dog.

And he was sweet! He knew we loved him.

Well, most of us. It became a Situation.

We had to resolve it. No contest, really.

The world has plenty husbands and dads,

but there’s only one darling Godzilla.

Written in response to the film prompt, What We Do in the Shadows at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. We were asked to write about 'a supernatural creature who is a troublesome roommate'. Oh dear, my favourite monster isn't really supernatural, is he? And obviously he's a perfectly lovely roommate. I do hope he's allowed! (After all, there are plenty of poetry sites but only one ...)