Vincents Vampire
Van Gogh had rescued a starving vampire
Why was he starving I hear you enquire
The answer I think will instil disbelief
When I say that vampire had no pointy teeth
The vampire became Vincent’s most willing aide
Although of course he only worked in the shade
One night he crept from the tomb where he hid
Grabbed a cold beer and he pulled back the lid
Hey Vince, do you fancy a cool pint of beer
Van Gogh shook his head… ‘No fangs, I’ve got one ear.’
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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