One monster

Two monster

Red monster

Blue monster.

.

Black monsters

Blue monsters

Old monsters

New monsters.


One has a lot of blood

One is made of a lot of mud

Say! What a bunch

Of monsters there are.

.

Yes. Some are red. And some are blue.

Some are old. And many are new.

.

Why are they

Running, staying, and fighting?

I do not know.

Go ask your dad, Poseidon.

.

Some are slow.

And some are fast.

The fast one has

An evil past.

.

From Rome to Greece, from Greece to Rome,

Evil monsters

Are in our heads.

.

Here are those

Who like to kill.

They kill with free will

Till they get their fill.


Oh monster!

Oh friend!

Oh monster!

Oh friend!

What a bunch

Of evil things go by.

.

Some have big weapons

And some have small ones.

Some have tall weapons

And some have short ones.

.

Where does the hate come from?

I can't really say.

But I bet it has come far away from a sunny day.

.

We see them fight.

We see them kill.

Some are dead.

And some have fled.

.

Some are fast.

And some are slow.

No few of them

Like to dilly-dally

Don't ask Percy why.

Go ask his mother Sally.


Say!

Look at their heads!

One, two, three…

How many heads

Do I count?

.

One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven,

Eight, nine, ten.

He has eleven!

.

Eleven!

This is something new.

I wish I had

Eleven heads, too!


Sound!

Sound!

Sound!

Did you ever ride a hellhound?

I have a hellhound

Who weighs just a million pounds.

.

But

I know a man

Whose last name sounds like a Clown

Mr. Clown has a seven million pound hellhound

.

So . . .

If you like to go Sound! Sound

Just measure of the pounds of a hellhound with sounds.


We like our swords

They have one blade

Our Lords

Scream at us from the back,

You see.

.

We like our swords

And this is why:

They make sure we don't get bored

And make the monsters cry.


Yes, this is incredibly stupid. I might write more, though. I've never written a parody before. It feels odd. And stupid, if I haven't mentioned that.

I am so sick of doing math homework. I mean, who in the fricking universe is going to use simple and compound interest every day of their lives except for bankers? People, what are calculators for?! The fact that I just spent three hours calculating the interest for Christmas hats (by hand. And how many hats does a person need?) is proof that our generation is moving backward. I should have taken regular seventh-grade math. Jk. End rant on math.

I just want to take a quick moment to thank my current wonderful reviewers - animaljam, PscyhoNerdGirl, DrakonOwl21195, Kori A. Grayson, TheLittleDeformedOne and Eeveelutions Are Awesome. I love you all :)

-WGG