VAMPIRES

Vampires, I fear,
Are scarce these days.
And hardly ever seen
Except on old T.V. plays.

They used to fly
After the Sun went down.
They haunted the sky
O’er each country town.

They flapped and flittered,
Dipped and twittered,
And finally flew through a window pane,
Searching for a warm red jugular vein.

Bu then came that
Which caused their end,
Screens and storm windows
Which they couldn’t bend.

People live longer now
But still give their blood.
Letting it flow
In a rich red flood.

But they do it by day,
no longer by night.
They do it by needle
No longer by bite.

Who gains most by this new flow?
If you can’t guess you’re really slow.
This red, white and blue corpuscular sauce,
Goes to the American

Red Cross!
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