Make me a poem about a big bad monster pls

Whose huge monster is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite angry though.

He was cross like a dark potato.

I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his huge monster a shake,

And screams I've made a bad mistake.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The huge monster is hairy, enormous and deep,

But he has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.

Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,

With thoughts of violence in his head,

A flash of rage and he sees red.

Without a pause I turned and fled.