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Dapper Drac

Dapper Drac had a panic attack, and topping off the dread His trendy boots clashed with his suit, plus his white shirt was stained red Sure his hair was right, and dynamite, as seen in the mirror Yet to dress, without finesse, in his book, was a vile error What could Drac say, about the way, that he enjoyed to prepare He prized his pale, but added details, for which he had a flair Our blood sucker, gets so tuckered, whenever flying en masse Therefore he’s known, for going alone, and only flies first class This genteel bat, donning a cravat, is such a sight to see But Dapper’s comport, is his true forte, of which most can agree Though vamps are scary, Dap was wary, as he wandered the globe So as not, like his dad got, a fatal immortal microbe. His prey, they say, may have a disease much too hard to pronounce That strikes to the core, and even more, is deadly to all counts To lessen that chance, Dap tried in advance, to take precautions Filling his pack, for the attack, with sterilization rations Including scads, of alcohol pads, in case someone he bit Was quite trashed, coz in days past, after sucking he had to spit Then he applies band aides, as blockades, to hold back the dribbling Since dry cleaning rates, have of late, increased more than a piddling There’s no doubt, that when Dap goes out, his wicked breath is serene This fiend by trade, won’t ambuscade, without using Listerine Now while there’s a chance, let’s take a glance, inside his habitat Noting his bed, built for the dead, is too refined for a bat In all honesty, this oddity sleeps on a firm box spring And irons his sheets, so his retreats, would even please a king Inside Dap’s room, there’s no hint of gloom, mostly it’s clean and fresh ‘Cept his potpourri, for which he’s sorry, is the smell of flesh On that fateful night, so full of fright, Dapper didn’t look smart He felt like a sleaze, and this unease, made him afraid to start Yet the grand ball, each time his downfall, with genteel folk galore Since was letting out, Dapper went out, to get whom he adored As no one could see, that bat in Gucci, hovering in place Dap could select, the loveliest neck, at his own fussy pace Since his model, was being coddled, by an adversary Dap sought a weapon, but only beckoned, his new Blackberry He turned full size, to claim his prize, but his Gucci seemed Eeyore Next her guy, so easy on the eye, in his tailored Dior. The fight wasn’t fair, coz Dapper just stared, at his handsome foe But Dap’s muscles, needed corpuscles, so he choose a lesser doe Dap Drac learned his lesson, by now dress’en, in finer attire Yet be afraid, next time you’re waylaid, by the best dressed vampire

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 9/15/2013 4:59:00 PM
now thats taking a bite out of fashion....well penned
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