CRISELE & THE VAMPIRE MOSQUITO

by Teresita Perez

There is a worldly belle,
that I don't know too well.
Only vampires do.
And, yes, mosquitos too.
They make her itch and swell.

She'll rant, and cry and yell
because it's hard to tell
just where the creepy flew
to hide and charge anew
while she talks on her cell.

She's creepy's clientele.
She hears its decibel.
Prepares a trap with goo.
Plasters the walls with glue
at work or where she'd dwell.

She rubs herself with gel.
She casts on it a spell,
reads a book on voodoo,
prepares a magic stew,
but creepy knows the smell.

She wears a woolen shell
and starts to ring a bell
calling an army crew,
but creepy bites them too.
They didn't do too well.

Goes where shotguns they sell.
Prepares to shoot first shell.
But hits her boss and crew.
All faces black and blue.
Begins to run like hell.

Creepy follows as well.
They hide in a motel
that has an awful view,
where customers are few.
Meets a man from cartel.

In her love trap he fell.
Creepy bites him as well.
Romance in a canoe
where creepy, sighing too,
decides to bid farewell.

Couples at wishing well,
and soon a wedding bell.
And when she says, "I do,"
you think this poem is through,
but then a rat you smell.



B U Z Z - B U Z Z

They're in the groom's lapel,
creepy and his Buzz belle.
Their love is, oh, so true.
She's pregnant and she's due.
The babes will love...

buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

...Crisele!

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