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As the vampire sat neatly down on his stool,
The barkeep asked, “What’ll it be?”
“Some hot water, please,” said the pale, handsome ghoul,
“For tonight I’ll just be having tea.”
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“But I thought you drank blood,” the bald bartender said,
Quickly wishing he’d kept his mouth shut,
The cold stare he received from his patron, undead,
Made him soil his trousers somewhat.
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Bewildered, the bartender managed to choke,
“Please excuse me for being so crass,”
The vamp pulled tampon from out of his cloak,
And then dipped it right into his glass.
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