We thought that uncle Dracula was batty,
a fact that made everyone rather wary.
He always wore black - sombre but natty -
and his favourite drink was Bloody Mary.
Perhaps it was the colour that appealed
or else he had a sanguinary disposition.
We are certain the truth will be revealed
but in the meantime it’s only supposition.
He didn’t seem to have much appetite
and at his dinner he would simply peck;
yet every now and then he felt like a bite:
at that moment he was a pain in the neck.
He was a sucker for an attractive maiden
who yearned for a husband (but in vain)
and whose cheeks would readily redden.
He went immediately for her jugular vein.
His odd demeanour and definite peculiarity
were the subject of non-stop conversation;
though we couldn’t fathom him with clarity
we had to admit that he was a blood relation.
© Luigi Pagano