And so, I take my haunted pen.
I hope I don’t fail
To write eerie tales
That will scare the bravest of men.
There once was a vampire named Drac
Whose preferred mode of dress was all black.
For a change one dark night
He dressed in all white,
And now there is no turning back.
A witch and a ghost were good friends,
They did not embrace all new trends.
The witch still rode a broom
And the ghost, haunted rooms.
But they scared everyone in the end.
Frankenstein’s monster was sad
Because everyone thought him bad.
But between you and I,
He would not hurt a fly.
The Doctor, himself was quite mad.
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