Killer Queen now looks buff in black sexy singlet and tight black pants; offers his partner-in-crime wine in an archaic goblet. I like this Killer Queen more than the one with shimmering tassels. Oh that curvy antique chair is fit for my all-time favourite Dracula. lwl!
Glampire treads across a tight-rope wire A daredevil, he waits for Dracula at the quagmire Hmm I see a tall figure with a lean and hungry look Approaching the misty brook Glampire readies his infrared laser beam Dracula sizes up the black-leather fiend Who bursts into a whale of a rock scream Resplendent rocker hair, leopard eyes shine in the golden moonbeam He yearns for a taste of blood...drools, emotion floods Dracula offers a goblet of red fizzling stuff Glampire, looking buff, in black sexy singlet...sips with a huff All at once Dracula transforms Quick as lightning, Glampire strikes with his infrared skull-ring Blood spills out of Dracula's blood-shot eyes Shapeshifts...bloody fangs vile Vrroom-vrroom...Glampire heaves the headlights at the demonic sight Werewolves howl in the damp eerie night As the Rockgod silhouette zooms past shadowy pikes His leggiero overly bold; shifty shadows coast Then out of a rock, shapeshifted Dracula Mounts a winged vampire attack...kraaakkk! Glampire flicks his long dark hair, whacks the parasitic brat Scampering into the abyss like a sack Resuming his mountainous ride on his titanium bike He fades into the canyon labyrinth With music to soothe the savage beast Arrives at his antique mansion Doong ! the doorbell hauntingly lingers A well-attired butler, named Roger, emerges Opens the skull-crafted door A waft of steamed hot beef drifts to the fore Butler takes Glampire's long-tail coat On the rosewood table...two fragrant nostalgic candles evoke Those were the days my friend...I thought they'd never end The doorbell sounds another solitary...Doong! Butler hurriedly opens the door Mi amor! The one and only Glampire adores Love soars and pours onto the floor Deep in the moor under the full moonlight of yore lwl!
Killer Queen now looks buff in black sexy singlet and tight black pants; offers his partner-in-crime wine in an archaic goblet. I like this Killer Queen more than the one with shimmering tassels. Oh that curvy antique chair is fit for my all-time favourite Dracula. lwl!
ReplyDeleteRefurbished Glampire vs Dracula...
ReplyDeleteGlampire treads across a tight-rope wire
A daredevil, he waits for Dracula at the quagmire
Hmm I see a tall figure with a lean and hungry look
Approaching the misty brook
Glampire readies his infrared laser beam
Dracula sizes up the black-leather fiend
Who bursts into a whale of a rock scream
Resplendent rocker hair, leopard eyes shine in the golden moonbeam
He yearns for a taste of blood...drools, emotion floods
Dracula offers a goblet of red fizzling stuff
Glampire, looking buff, in black sexy singlet...sips with a huff
All at once Dracula transforms
Quick as lightning, Glampire strikes with his infrared skull-ring
Blood spills out of Dracula's blood-shot eyes
Shapeshifts...bloody fangs vile
Vrroom-vrroom...Glampire heaves the headlights at the demonic sight
Werewolves howl in the damp eerie night
As the Rockgod silhouette zooms past shadowy pikes
His leggiero overly bold; shifty shadows coast
Then out of a rock, shapeshifted Dracula
Mounts a winged vampire attack...kraaakkk!
Glampire flicks his long dark hair, whacks the parasitic brat
Scampering into the abyss like a sack
Resuming his mountainous ride on his titanium bike
He fades into the canyon labyrinth
With music to soothe the savage beast
Arrives at his antique mansion
Doong ! the doorbell hauntingly lingers
A well-attired butler, named Roger, emerges
Opens the skull-crafted door
A waft of steamed hot beef drifts to the fore
Butler takes Glampire's long-tail coat
On the rosewood table...two fragrant nostalgic candles evoke
Those were the days my friend...I thought they'd never end
The doorbell sounds another solitary...Doong!
Butler hurriedly opens the door
Mi amor! The one and only Glampire adores
Love soars and pours onto the floor
Deep in the moor under the full moonlight of yore lwl!
Yes I notice pants look a lot tighter . . .
ReplyDeletedidn't know if he was getting really buffed
or enjoying the local cuisine
Looking good!