By PJ
Vampirica
My friend Patricia turns eighty today
She doesn’t like birthdays
So that is OK
We’re not going to celebrate
She don’t want a fuss
I think this is because
She is not one of us
She lives on her own
And is terribly pale
She never gets ill
When the rest of us fail
She is mainly nocturnal
And never does eat
She always is cold
Despite all the heat
She don’t like the sunshine
She prefers when it’s dark
I don’t think she sleeps
’Cos she’s up with the lark
She only drinks wine
And it’s always blood red
Served warm in a glass
The maker not said
She’s incredibly clever on historical things
And obsessed with creatures
Who oft times have wings
She says she’s Mancunian
But lives in North Yorkshire
I think this is because of Whitby nearby
She’s lived in Australia
And got down with the Welsh
But it’s easy to travel
If you can fly
I’m glad that she likes me
And that we are friends
Perhaps if she bites me
This will never end.
© 2025 PJ
