Inspired by the song in the previous post, my family got creative over dinner. I present the following with profound apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein:

Tentacles dripping with unsightly ichor,
Thin little shoggoths that quickly grow thicker,
Nightgaunts that fly with the claws on their wings,
These are a few of the awfulest things.

When the sun shines,
When the cat purrs,
When I’m feeling glad,
I’ll simply remember the awfulest things,
And then I will feel real bad.

Update:

Cyclopean temples with angles that fright you,
Dead gods that dream there and rise up and smite you,
Cultists that gibber to make them draw near,
These are a few of the things that I fear.

To the tune of “My Favorite Things.” Feel free to add your own verses.