Gums flare—ogre then drains O and all types.
There’s a man who’s a scourge of us cling to love of life.
Gums flare—ogre then pains so, bites and chews,
And your screams go nowhere, it seems
As he leeches you.

In day, no swigging at the “bar”
That’s where the “Bloody Marys” are. . .
Reclines he.
The trouble comes when the sun drops
And from the coffin up he pops
And bares canines; he
Sucks fare—sobriquet’s “Drano”. . .bluebloods ripe!
Burps, guy, after he’s drained O types
Who’ve sacrificed life.
Then after there’s a “blue” splurge blight,
Beasts spawned he’s drained go
Bite and cause night fright.