The Frying Pan

Well this is the most fun I've had in ages. I hope that you like it. Enjoy!

The Frying Pan

A young looking girl

Eyes of sparkling blue

Her name is March Pathway

She’s known as Mar- Chu.

Her hair flies behind her

A deep crimson red

As she runs from the vampire

And jumps on its head.

She’s lively and short

(I believe four foot two)

But the vampire looks fearful

The legend is true!

Mar smiles at it sweetly

As only Mar can

Then she reaches behind her

For a large frying pan

It gleams in the twilight

Like menacing steel

As the terrified vampire

Lets out a high squeal.

He tries to surrender

But before he began

Mar walloped him hard

With her large frying pan.

The clashing of metal

The squelching of skin

Rang out through the night

A cacophonous din,

Sending fear through the hearts

Of the living undead

Who trembled and quivered

And turned tail and fled.

March Pathway kept chatting

Between the fierce blows

Annoying the vampire

Amongst his death throes.

“I’m terribly sorry” she sang with a grin

“How rude to forget whilst I’m doing you in”

“Have a cookie” she laughed, as he took his last breath

And offered the vampire a muffin of death.

The vampires’ eyes bulged

And he gargled and moaned

Whilst the muffin of death

Was dissolving his bones.

Then off skipped March Pathway

With sparkling eyes

As the vampire expired

In a chorus of cries.