I have created a monster

And it is alive, eating people out there.
He crushes dogs, with his bare fists and then,
he tosses them to the streets, as if they were a consumed cig.
Then, he sings all nigh long, old fashioned songs.
He prefers jazz & blues, while he is bathed in moonlight.
Ray Charles never sounded so creepy.

He dances, from dawn till dusk.
And yawns, and says meow as if it was an elephant.
His name is Ernest, and eats little children,
with catsup and a little bit of salt.