Not every monster made of hay is a scarecrow.
Knitting can be a relaxing activity, except perhaps if you live in Chicago?
My sister sent me a pink bracelet.
Every heart has a key. That's what the poets say anyhow.
There are a lot of giants around. This is one.
When you're a kid, you dream crazy dreams. If you're lucky, the dreams don't entirely go away. Grrr.
Do you fancy a bit of monster poetry? Not poetry by a monster, mind you, but poetry about a monster. Or six.
When you commit unspeakable acts to get the desire of your heart, you can barely be surprised when someone unspeakable visits you with a bargain.
A child, walking alone, should be very careful about talking to strangers, especially a stranger who speaks from under a bridge.
The third Monsterlogue is the opposite of lame, It rocks. Like, you know, literally?