Disclaimer-I own nothing! Lovecraft forgive me!
I'm not good at poetry, but thought; 'hey, why not?' For I had that four and floor line stuck in my head.
Do not summon a Shoggoth
For I had done so once
It is not like a Sathoth,
For a Sathoth cannot pounce
The evening I had summoned it
The room became lit
A hole appeared
And many eyes peered
It slithered and slunk
In its own muck
Into my room
That would become my own tomb
'Oh no, it's all over the floor!'
My mother entered my room
'That's what you get for summoning it past four.'
It came at her with a broom
It hit her and hit her and hit her some more
Who knew that a Shoggoth could be such a chore?
My mother was berated
And I was elated
'Go get the bucket!'
I found it in the closet
Try as I might,
I could not fight
The Shoggoth into the bucket
But it took-it
So I grabbed that book
And forced it packing
It gave me a sad look
But my foot was steadily tapping
So do not summon a Shoggoth
For I had done so once
It is not like a Sathoth
For a Sathoth cannot pounce