Mid autumn's night, vampires moan
And lick and groan
They sit and dine
On blood and wine.
Before the moon is dimmed or gone
It’s time to don
Their capes from hell
To snarl and yell.
So when the beasts are in the hall
Don’t dare to call
Stay far from death
With garlic breath.
Minute
Poem
- 12 lines of 60 syllables in iambic meter.
- 3 stanzas - 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
- Rhyme scheme - aabb, ccdd, eeff.
- 3 stanzas - 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
- Rhyme scheme - aabb, ccdd, eeff.
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