by Nick Gisburne
He wore the finest, silken, striped pyjamas
His onesies debonair, pure wool from llamas
At seven months he grew a tiny fang
And, quite against the grain, he joined a gang
His hip hop beats were cause for great concern
No lyrical technique could they discern
The young, ambitious bat band, to be safe
Fed porridge laced with garlic to the waif
Without his voice they stormed the spooky chart
But broke the tiny vampire’s tiny heart
More random words! I started with these – striped, debonair, fang, grain, concern, lyrical, safe (‘intend’ was there but I dropped it) – and then freely added the final three lines to complete the story to my satisfaction.
