I am the Pwince of the Night,
I make quite the feawsome sight.
But alas, what poow fate;
Evew since my Death Date
My fangs haven’t gwown in stwaight.
I got it fixed, much to my embawassment.
The solution, you see, invokes some hawassment.
I got a few metal bits and two long stwing laces.
People walk by, stifled smiles upon theiw faces
After seeing me, the one and only vampiwe with bwaces.
