The dark one hovered above my bed

Bloodied fangs dripping new success

The dogs howled out in pure distress

I coaxed their calm, no fear I said

Edvard’s invite arrived by night

Not by postman’s daily flight

Red eyed demon’s sulfur stink

Made me chuckle, made me think

The host has hands that are clearly full

To rosy pork BBQ I say bull

The meatballs you save may be your own

The dual queen bees will seek their drone

And when they find that he is torn

Between the loyalties of their throne

He’ll wish that he was on the spit

And not someone of lesser wit

Invitation accepted

Copyright 2009 Patrick Granfors