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.”
“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.
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.