“Gothic Giggles”
In a castle draped in shadow’s veil,
Vampires gher for their nightly tale.
Countess laughs with a devilish grin,
“Who needs sunlight when you’ve got sin?”
Oh, the irony in the dark,
Monsters jest, leaving their mark.
In the gloom where phantoms play,
Even demons need a laugh today.
Werewolves howl the moon’s bright face,
Debing hair gel and their fashion taste.
Zombies moan about their aching feet,
“Next time, let’s meet the pub down the street.”
Oh, the irony in the dark,
Monsters jest, leaving their mark.
In the gloom where phantoms play,
Even demons need a laugh today.
Ghosts recount their haunting flops,
“Scared myself more, had to call the cops.”
A mummy chuckles, sipping tea,
“Wrapped too tight, can’t even pee.”
Oh, the irony in the dark,
Monsters jest, leaving their mark.
In the gloom where phantoms play,
Even demons need a laugh today.