Transformation

My arm was a part of myself

I never dreamed transformed

It wasn't til I reached the shelf

And there its loss I mourned

The chemicals were in the vat

Stored within a magician's hat

The chemicals

They crashed on me with a loud splat

My arm was a part of myself

I could not be without

Yet it began to change itself

To something black and stout

The ugly thing that it became

I know not if it has a name

The ugly thing

Moved and shuddered, not at all lame

My arm was a part of myself

I see I have no choice

What happened there upon the skelf

Grew large but had no voice

The creature then stuck out its tongue

And licked its wounds til it was done

The creature then

Departed me to have some fun