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Spooky Entertainment
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Here ye
Hear me
Dinner is shaping up to be so delish
Cannot wait for that heart on the plate
At least one, can hope and wish
I have forgotten one important thing.
That is my mistake and my fault.
For those lyrical and satirical
This is where you play your part
Write a chorus or two
My vampires and things want to dance the boogaloo
This is short notice,
and if you can't don't try.
But the cleverest poet
Will win and not die.
Fia is nothing but fair
and here is a hint for you
Put a lot of blood and gore
and you'll survive the next full moon
(A dinner party must have a music or comedy.)
Here ye
Hear me
Dinner is shaping up to be so delish
Cannot wait for that heart on the plate
At least one, can hope and wish
I have forgotten one important thing.
That is my mistake and my fault.
For those lyrical and satirical
This is where you play your part
Write a chorus or two
My vampires and things want to dance the boogaloo
This is short notice,
and if you can't don't try.
But the cleverest poet
Will win and not die.
Fia is nothing but fair
and here is a hint for you
Put a lot of blood and gore
and you'll survive the next full moon
(A dinner party must have a music or comedy.)
Anonymous
Basement dungeon hideaway, a chamber of my bliss
One by one they've perished here, most I'll sadly miss.
Spiders weave their sticky webs, floorboards creek from age,
Rats will find the food they need from victims in the cage.
Tibia bones and hallowed skulls, dried up blood and brains,
Litter underneath the stairs, still joined to rusted chains.
Decomposing arms and legs are scattered on the floor,
Laying there like trophies, and now I'm needing more.
Some will say I'm off-the-wall, detached and just unkind
Stemming from some master plan, Satan's hand designed.
Psychopathic dreams with guilt never swayed my way
Screwing every proper deed has always made my day.
Now it's time for me to run, I think I'll get some more
I need another batch of blood to spray out on my floor.
One by one they've perished here, most I'll sadly miss.
Spiders weave their sticky webs, floorboards creek from age,
Rats will find the food they need from victims in the cage.
Tibia bones and hallowed skulls, dried up blood and brains,
Litter underneath the stairs, still joined to rusted chains.
Decomposing arms and legs are scattered on the floor,
Laying there like trophies, and now I'm needing more.
Some will say I'm off-the-wall, detached and just unkind
Stemming from some master plan, Satan's hand designed.
Psychopathic dreams with guilt never swayed my way
Screwing every proper deed has always made my day.
Now it's time for me to run, I think I'll get some more
I need another batch of blood to spray out on my floor.