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!
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