Alessandra Liverani

(Wollongong, Australia)

- Vampire of the Night: : Humour


I went to bed last night hoping for sweet slumber
But a tiny little insect had totally got my number
As my eyes were about to close and sleep was just in reach
It began to buzz and buzz its nasty little speech

No sleep tonight, no sleep at all is the forecast that I write
I'm hungry, I need blood and it's you I'm gonna bite
I like to buzz, it's lots of fun, I love to be annoying
Knowing that your pleasant dreams I'm totally destroying

You attempt to swat me in the dark and only slap your face
In the darkness of the night I'm very hard to place
Wearily, so wearily you stumble to turn on the light
Yet still you can't see me, oh no no no no, although it's very bright

You return to bed, a wretched soul, perhaps I've gone away
But then you hear my little buzz, and know you're still my prey
I am the vampire of the night, and on your blood I'll feast
Gee I can cause some havoc for such a tiny little beast

(Sydney, Australia - 2010)

Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, June 01, 2011

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