I woke up one morning,
my neck was a bit sore
looked in the mirror
appauled with what I saw
some one or thing had bitten me
and it didn’t look nice
and by the looks of it
the sod had bitten me twice
decided to keep the blinds closed
the sun really hurt my head
so ,chose to stay at home that day
go on back to bed
fell into the deepest
of sleeps I’d had in my life
when I awoke to my puzzlement
it was the dead of night
I felt a tad peculiar?
and my teeth seemed to have grown
pale and gaunt,my eyes sunken,
my guts, gurgled and moaned
ravenous,found myself rooting
in the fridge for meaty treats
but not the cooked kind for a sandwich
the raw,you’re not supposed to eat
decide to stretch my legs
go for a short stroll
then I came upon an old man
a down and out,poor soul
“have you any change?” he said
“here’s a fiver what the heck?”
“go and get some lager”then?
sunk my teeth into his neck!!
mmm…and it was delicious
really hit the right spot
warm and satisfying,
not too bland or spicey hot,
slurped greedily,without manners
couldn’t get enough you see
burping quite rude and loudly
“ooh,beg your pardon,excuse me”
full, grinned and wiped the evidence
sat at the corners of my mouth
stepped over the empty bag of blood
made my way back to my house.
so that’s my story,boring
of how I became one of the undead
don’t get out in the daytime
I’m safely tucked up in bed.
and if I find the buggar
who left me with this curse
if he thinks he’s got problems now
they’ll be so much worse
a living hell,I’ll serve up
he’ll fear every tomorrow
regret the night that he climbed in
my bloody bedroom window.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.