Once there was a young vampyre named Pokers,
Who wasn't exactly Bram Stoker.
While all the other vampyres were out,
He was at home eating sauerkraut.
Pokers had no fangs, you see,
Which made it very difficult for him to be
a scary vampyre like all the rest.

While they all were chasing Van Helsing,
But he just had to eat healthy.

One day he said to himself,
“I'm tired of being lonely with these oranges and apples,
Staying inside instead of causing some rabble.
Bored of thirsting for blood,
Wanting to cause trouble in the neighborhood.
I'm going to go where I can have fun,
Where people don't mind a vampyre with no bite,
Even give him a star or something along that rite!”

So he packed up his packs and went off to school,
Where he heard friendly vampyres rule,
And to this day you can still find him,
At the local grocery store,
Making a meal of the produce items.