by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954)

Slugging a vampire
Language: English 
I closed and drew, but not a gun,
The refuge of the weak,
I swung with the left and I swung with the right
And I landed on his beak.
 
He started to pull the same old stuff,
But I closed in hard and called his bluff
Yet his face is still astickin' in the yellow sheet
And on the billboard a-down the street.

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Researcher for this text: Nick Jones

This text was added to the website: 2010-03-02
Line count: 8
Word count: 64