Witches, ghosts, werewolves and vampires all celebrate the Cramp's 16th birthday.
Witches, ghosts and werewolves too
all celebrate the Cramps’s to-do.
A sixteenth celebration rite…
so they all celebrate with fright.
Vampires also join the fun
(yet they wait till the sun is done.)
Within the air a gallant ghost
submits a wee poetic post.
And on a broom a witch rides quick;
a chilling laugh her bailiwick.
Her story cauldron, brew extant,
and for the Cramp a joyous chant.
The werewolves with their facial hair
are glad as growl the Cramp is there.
From day to day, they’re not so strange;
until full moon, and then they change.
A cape, a howl, a shimmering;
vampires’ fangs—ghost glimmering.
To celebrate they all unite
for writing in a Cramp done right.
They all pay homage to the fact
that they enjoy a Cramp attack.
For even witches, ghosts and all
say Cramp usurps a crystal ball.