The Liar Vampire

Our sweet breakfast guest was a vampire. His finger eating I did admire. Listened to Philharmonic Choir His falsetto lit the house on fire Favorite apple pie was a Macintyre We had purchased them in Lincolnshire Blood was his favorite drink, his desire. I thought it looked ugly and smelled rather dire. He was great as it said in the flyer. We went swinging on an old black tire. I was sly, but frankly, he was slyer. He said he would not turn me. Oh, that liar!