Get Your Premium Membership

First and Last Date

There once was an Italian woman farmer, who went on a date with an amorous vampire, things were transpiring well, till the vampire did smell, her breath which smelled like nothing but garlic.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs