I suffer from P H S
A disease most debilitating
My friends and family me they shun
Their embarrassment never ending

Gather round come supper time
I'm left in the corner sulking
"It's not my fault," I try to say
But no-one wants to listen

I dread the time when full moon comes
I lose control of all my senses
Quickly comes upon me the change
No time for tears to be shedding

My body shakes, twists and turns
I turn into this horrid creature
I try to speak but all they hear
Are these sounds I make all garbled

Why is this curse upon me placed
To this I have no answer
While full moon holds sway in the sky
To this monster I keep changing

My beautiful fur has dropped, is gone
Left exposed with pink skin showing
Forced to walk on my hind legs
This feels so terribly unnatural

Oh what I'd give to be cured of this
And no more to be changing
Running free with my pack
And not change into a human