A vampire lad who despite his mother’s pleas, always eats his ‘blood’ soup cold. 7 stanzas of 4 lines each.
LEOPOLD
Michele Lourie c 2016
Leopold was a vampire lad
With hair as dark as coal,
To become strong and grow into
A vampire man was his goal.
When his mother would tell him to take his cape
In case the weather turned cold
It never entered his mind that he
Would not do as he was told.
Leo always brushed his teeth each day
’til they were shiny bright
His friends would say they could find their way
By his fangs through the darkest night.
With bow tie neat round ghoulish neck
And face talcuum-powdered white
Leo swooped and soared round cemetery stones,
He was a fearful sight.
But young Leo had one glaring fault
He would let his food go cold
While dreaming of his future when
He’d turn a thousand years old.
One day his mother’s patience thinned
As she served his soup up hot.
“Now son”, she warned, “Eat it all now
Before it starts to clot”.
Alas, Leo dribbled the sticky blood
Something he’d done quite often,
Then his mother rasped, “Now I’ve had enough,
Get back into your coffin”.