Johnny was a vampire, <br />One of the ancient breed. <br />Some said, ‘They are born of woman, <br />But spawned by Satan’s seed.’ <br /> <br />For seven hundred years he had roamed <br />The streets of London town. <br />He tasted blood from rich and poor <br />‘Till the authorities tracked him down. <br /> <br />Johnny fled to a northern city, <br />Where the tough Geordie folk abound. <br />He searched for a friendly graveyard, <br />And made his home deep underground. <br /> <br />Next night the vampire hunted, <br />Choosing a victim who looked meek <br />For his flight had left him starving, <br />So he was feeling tired and weak. <br /> <br />The young girl was slim and tiny. <br />The vampire thought he had chosen well, <br />When he plucked her from the night club crowd. <br />This would be easy, he could tell. <br /> <br />As they walked along the riverside, <br />Mary was tempted by his charms. <br />He kissed her brow, her cheek, her neck, <br />As he held her in his arms. <br /> <br />But she put her hand against her neck, <br />Where the handsome man had bit. <br />‘Hey, you can’t give me a love bite, <br />Or my Dad will have a fit.’ <br /> <br />But Johnny was feeling so hungry, <br />He ignored the young girl’s plea. <br />So when he tried to bite again, <br />Mary lifted up her knee. <br /> <br />She hit him where it hurt the most, <br />Right on target, a proper job, <br />Followed by a neat right hook, <br />That smacked him in the gob. <br /> <br />Johnny sat down in astonishment, <br />While Mary legged it home. <br />He saw the remains of his broken teeth, <br />And gave an anguished groan. <br /> <br />He found a kindly doctor <br />Who fixed his broken jaw; <br />But now his hunting days are over, <br />And he drinks blood through a straw.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unfortunate-vampire/
