16 June 2012

There was a vampire called Ned Who wasn't always dead He came alive At half past five To paint his coffin red

And then later at night Ned leaves behind the light He stalks the land Paint brush in hand Looking for necks to bite

But his heart's not really in it Not even for a minute Prefers to paint Without restraint A vampire's life? He'd bin it

I'm afraid it must be said If I bump into Ned I'll tell him to Try azure blue He must be sick of red

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