Frankenstein Rhyming Poem

Eliza and Eve did an incredile job of using a rhyming poem to retell the story of Frankenstein.

Frankenstein by Eliza and Eve

Victor’s mother took one last breath,

But her heart shone like the moon.

He was sad about his mother’s death,

And had to do something soon.

The graveyard was scattered with chipped, grey stones,

And on the ground lay a severed head.

Next to it sat a pile of decaying bones,

Victor stood in the territory of the dead.

In his laboratory surrounded by jars,

Victor worked tirelessly day and night.

Attaching limbs and sewing up scars,

He was about to get a shock and a fright.

The creation opened a dull yellow eye,

Victor had created a beast.

His friends and family about to die,

The monster had been released.