The Bride of Franken-Weeney

In a damp, dark dungeon
feverishly works Franken-weeney
To revive his dead wife
who was known as a meanie.

On a table she was covered
with a blood soaked sheet
Outside was lightening and thunder
the rain had turned to sleet.

Dials, knobs and selectors
strung along one wall
then there was his computer
it was at least eight feet tall.

He pulled on a lever
and opened up his roof
then took a shot of whiskey
made of 90 proof

Then he raised his rod
high above the house
then he went beside
his lifeless spouse

Fingers ran across a key-board
to start his experiment
in case things went wrong
an e-mail was sent.

Then the lightening struck
Franken-weeney's rod
Electricity was sent
down to a large pod.

He rapidly selected
turned and dialed the knobs.
pushed and pulled at levers
that work the thingy-kabob.

Then Franken-weeney
went to his Bride
Pulled back the sheets
in hopes she'd come alive.

Jolts went through her body
She thrashed and lashed out.
then when she settled
Her tongue come out her mouth

Licking her lips
that were parched and dry
slowly she began
to open up her eyes

Franken-weeney smiled
like a proud Groom
as his bride looked
all about the room.

"Why am I alive?"
asked his sleepy bride
"Because my dear..."
Franken-weeney replied.

"You fell over dead
at our wedding about noon.
We haven't had yet
...our Honeymoon."