Jimjampyres

(published as 'Leaving The Castle After Curfew'

in Ten Poets Spend The Night In A Vampire's Castle

by Sidekick Books )

Hushhh, let me let you in
on a secret: when Mummy tucks us in
for the night, we're not in for the night.
There's a gap between ledge & limb - we leap it!
Springheeled imps! Moonlight's orphans
in batcaped dressing gowns,
we skive the sheets. Lil' devils shimmying
down to a midnight playground.

Shushhhh, tonight we hunt
Lady Barbie from Dolltown Abbey.
She'll never get a crick in it,
but I won't gob out my candy
fangs at her plastic Gregory.
's a dangerous game, getting mislaid during play.
And Lord Ken's action men
don't have the bits for a stakeout.

Don't touchhhh me, Van Helsing,
you Boomer Buffy!
You lay a garlicky glove on me
and I'll bid my Igor teddybears,
Paddington Burke & Winnie-the-Hare,
to disinter the toybox
and set bad juju labubus
on you you.

We are jimjampyres, Nosferatots,
we vanna drink your cherryade!
I am a jimjampyre, vanilla vampire,
I vanna drink your strawberry shake!
Mummy & Daddy don't believe in us,
but we don't want Daddy & Mummy's blood.
Why should grown-ups be the only ones
who get to make a plaything of the Night?