
Parents
By Rob Walker
My mother and father are likely vampires,
Of this, I am reasonably sure.
They dress themselves in the darkest attires,
And the sunlight makes them demure
Their pallor's are fair,
Their eyes are both dark,
And they dance exceedingly well
They can glide across floors with the air of two cats,
It can put you under a spell
Their accents are thick,
Yet their countenance warm,
They will charm everyone whom they meet
Their penchant for cloaks,
And bubbly laughs,
Will whisk you right off of your feet
Yet their charming demeanor hides something meaner,
Under impeccable style
They come off downright cheery,
But isn't it eerie that their teeth seem quite sharp when they smile
They never drink wine,
They sleep everyday,
They prefer a candle lit venue
If they invite you to dinner,
You'd do best to decline
For you may be on the menu
But For all of their terror
I don't want to error
My fear is incredibly mild
I love them both madly,
My dear mum and dad,
For I am clearly their child