Letter From Jeepers

Doris, get out your poison pen
And take a letter i
Have to write to Count Dracula
You know he wrote me a letter of that sort
Dear Count Dracula
I am writing to you from Cucamonga ha ha!
Cucamonga? The weather is lovely the nausea
Of noon the wind is always blowing and the
Sun never shines and it's rainy and damp four
Hundred days of the year
I enjoyed the party very much especially the
Sumptuous feast you had prepared it was
Thrilling from the first appetizers
The 'Chicken
Fried Grub Worms, ' on through the dessert
Ohhhh 'Blood Pudding!' Oh, I love 'Blood
Pudding!' Oh, yes! It was a masterpiece of
Culinary skill
Although I i was worried for a moment when
You you said the main course was 'Fish and
Chips' We are not THAT plebeian in Cucamonga
But my fears were quickly
Allayed when I discov- ered to my delight it
Was 'Silverfish and Buffalo
Chips!' Ho-ho! Oh, unique! Oh, they're so
Squirmy! Oh-ho-ho! Oh, the first one went
Down easy, but the second one was greasy!
Ho-ho-ho!
Oh my oh, I'm getting carried away, because
I i really must apologise
For getting tipsy and
Singing but I have always wanted to be the
DEATH of the party
Uh, when you hear the pellets drop
Count ten and take a deep breath