Though Dracula and Frankenstein
Were not exactly friends of mine
And Mummies from some ancient tomb
Were seldom seen within my room,
I feared no Wolfman, Jekyll/Hyde
For they were never by my side.
And yet, that night filled me with dread
Of monsters underneath my bed
The creepy crawly unknown things
With glowing eyes and bat-like wings.
Imagination at its best
Would always give me little rest.
But now I'm grown and know instead
There are no monsters 'neath my bed.
Where they reside we all know well,
Is Washington, that living hell.
They drain our blood just like a bat.
And I do not imagine that.
The evil ones are very mean,
Appropriate for Halloween.
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