When Little Timmy met a Count
(From whom a darkness spread) –
It seemed he drank a large amount
Of something rather *red*.
“But what’s it for?” the boy implored
One chilly winter’s night –
To see the scarlet liquid stored
In shadows, out of sight.
The Count, whose eyes were crimson-flecked,
In whispered tones replied –
He said: “… it makes my *cock* erect.”
And Timmy fucking died.