Bloody Good in Bran
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In searching on the internet for a poem about the
When Dracula Went to the Blood Bank
By Jack Prelutsky
When Dracula went to the blood bank,
he thoroughly flustered the staff,
for rather than make a donation,
he drew out a pint and a half.
My New School
By Robert Pottle - 2006
My teacher looks like Dracula.
We learn of blood and bats.
The playground's home to toads and trolls,
lizards, newts and rats.
The nurse claims she can raise the dead.
The janitor's a ghost.
The cook looks like Medusa
serving toe-jam spread on toast.
The scary secretary
starts each morning with a, "BOO!"
The principal is Frankenstein --
a grad from
The kids are little monsters
I really don't fit in.
I don't have fangs or pointy claws
or warts upon my chin.
And cause I am so different
my classmates call me dummy.
So, I'll dress up tomorrow
as a toilet paper mummy.