There once was a vampire from France
Very nicely he filled out his pants.
He drove his true love quite mad,
For he thought he was bad,
And so he never speared her with his lance.
There once was a vampire from Spain.
His hair was a glorious mane.
Til the powers that be,
Killed him in a spree.
That drove many a fan quite insane.
There once was a vampire from Rome.
His allure could fill a vast tome.
He was maniacally bad,
Though great style he had-
He didn�t have to invest in a comb.
Who showed his mortal girl a neat trick.
While cuddling one night
In the pale moonlight
She found at both ends was a prick.
Nat stared at Nick with desire.
In his eyes was an answering fire.
He lost his restraint.
Now her only complaint
Is learning to be a vampire.
