Dracul van Helsing

Dracul van Helsing had a lamb

Whose fleece was fervent white

And every time he picked a fight

With me he lost a round little light

In his forehead where he should have known

He could not be.

Then he found that if he pleaded

With me and kneeded

The bread of slaughter that he

Loved so dear

Then he could without a sham

Be them as to know it so.

 

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016