The dark one hovered above my bed
Bloodied fangs dripping new success
The dogs howled out in pure distress
I coaxed their calm, no fear I said
Edvard’s invite arrived by night
Not by postman’s daily flight
Red eyed demon’s sulfur stink
Made me chuckle, made me think
The host has hands that are clearly full
To rosy pork BBQ I say bull
The meatballs you save may be your own
The dual queen bees will seek their drone
And when they find that he is torn
Between the loyalties of their throne
He’ll wish that he was on the spit
And not someone of lesser wit
Invitation accepted
Copyright 2009 Patrick Granfors
Anna
and I'm sure the carousing will reach a fever pitch
as all the invitees clamor for the throne.
Good poem
See you at the party, I'll be the one with my back to the wall :)
Great write, I enjoyed
The Buzzard
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The dual queen bees will seek their drone
My money's on Dear Old Ma - she's been tellin old Brother Edvard what to do for centuries now!!
Will be served to our honor guests the Cannibal Zombies from Haiti.
Commanded by
EDvard, Lord Nosferatus Incubus
Dark Castle & BBQ
Sweden