Petunia Poem by Tom Billsborough

Petunia

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Princess Petunia, she rose in the night
Her pink, frilly nightie billowing out
A knock on the window, a rap, rap, rap, rap
Had caused her to have a terrible fright.

But just like those victims in those tales of horror
She stupidly decided to open the window.
In flew the count with his gleaming teeth bare
Delighted to see such a pretty blood donor.

He drank and he drank from her pretty white shoulder.
Whist she was a swooning and sighing with pleasure.
Two pints were enough to quench his great thirst
As she wilted and wilted and had quite lost her colour.

He looked most concerned as she swayed where he stood.
" Have I taken too much? You know what I'm like."
She replied with a sigh: " No, that's quite all right"
Mama always tells me it's good to give blood."

Saturday, December 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In response to Judith's and The Crow's versions but not as good, I'm afraid.
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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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