Lean Halloween
The vampires are thirsty, the ghouls want to eat,
Season of famine and drought,
No more red-veined virgins, no graveyards of meat,
Food and drink, have all run out.
The priests have placed crosses on every girl’s breast,
The tombs are all guarded at night,
So vampires and ghouls must take second best:
They lunge at each other, and bite.
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