Nightmare Poetry

She liked his perky ears

unconcerned he was undead

but his coffin was so narrow

that she couldn't share his bed

Deep down she was monogamous

and couldn't bear to think

of all the other ladies

whose blood he liked to drink

But when he hung, bat-like

in his cape and tried to charm her

she was lost, she knew because

she was a sucker for the drama.