Lesson 10: In The Palm of Your Hand

The one and only,
James P. Sullivan,
A peculiar monster,
With spectacular and soft blue fur,
He goes to enter the door,
To find some children to harass,
Harvesting their screams,
To make Monsters Inc. last,
But he finds himself instead,
In the center of a party,
There are too many of them,
They look like children
but... bigger?
These giant children stumble around,
In flashing LED lights,
Holding red solo cups,
Sully slams the door
full of distress,
To find out he stumbled upon a frat party.

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