The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;
gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice;
slurp, slurp, slurp! And shaking the tonsils loose! Gulp, went the thirst quencher, all the way down. The day the juice drank down real good, sliding down ounce by ounce. The blood from the drops colored the tongue red, and red as red as can be;
Boy, that drink sure did hit the spot! No more thirsty me!
Poem meaning: Refers to vampires drinking blood
Copyright October 16, 2014