365 Poems in 365 Days: Dealing With The Undead
Number 16. So far behind! Maybe I should write some short ones[1].
When the priest found out why he was dead
He put bread in his mouth and cut off his head
Vampires make an appearance in this project, and not for the last time.
[1] Short ones have no room to conceal dodgy bits, so take surprisingly long to polish.
When the priest found out why he was dead
He put bread in his mouth and cut off his head
Vampires make an appearance in this project, and not for the last time.
[1] Short ones have no room to conceal dodgy bits, so take surprisingly long to polish.
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