Emmo sat watching his favorite kid's show.
Until he jumped upon hearing a loud blow.
Nervously, he shouted, “Hello? Hello?”
Thump. Thump Thump. In the Monster came.
It was wild and woolly, clearly not tamed!
When the Monster brushed by him, Emmo shook and quaked.
Ick. Monster hair swirled all over the place!
Then that Monster shook and shook.
Till everything in the place was covered in gook!
Hair here, hair there!
Monster hair was everywhere!
Emmo shouted, “This just isn’t fair!”
"I'm easy-going, not one to kvetch.
But all of this hair is just too much!"
"Hair on this and hair on that.
Look there! Your hair has covered my little cat, Splat."
So strange, so weird, was this monstrous hair storm.
But then it got weirder when Mini monsters formed!
At last, Emmo thought that the Monster got it.
That the shedding was bad – it just had stop it.
That woke Monster turned, slunk toward the door,
but before going out, it shook two times more!
Emmo couldn't see. He could barely breathe at all.
His patience was gone.
He had hit the wall!
He dashed to the door, threw it open wide,
“Get out you Hairy Monster — get outside!”
Then from the kitchen, Mom gave a holler,
"Emmo, take Lucy out to bathe and brush her.
She stinky and dirty – a Hairy Monster!”
