The chimeras and
vampires were the first to heed the call
The demons needed
help to organize Shape shifters' Ball;
A lot of preparation
would make sure this gala night
Would take a place
in history with dread and fear and fright.
recruited from the crypt at Dar-El-Moor
Were quickly trained
as bouncers, and they stood there at the door,
chained beside them, they would proudly guard the portal
And make sure only
ghouls came in, and not a single mortal.
The DJ was a dragon,
and his fiery breath a boon,
No smoke machine was
needed as he partied up the room,
As mummies did the
Time Warp, to a thunderous applause
Goblins go-goed to
the beat of werewolves snapping jaws.
Succubus and incubus
were twisting with a will
As zombies carried
trays of drinks for magic trolls to swill,
The night was going
smoothly till there came a banshee whine:
Old Dracula was drunk
and calling for a conga line.
sashayed and samba'd sweetly, right up to the minute
A devil grabbed the
punch bowl, and then dunked a pixie in it,
A wizard was
offended, and he waved his wand with ire,
And banished seven
devils into hell's infernal fire.
The party now was
out of hand, it really was a pity,
A loup-garou was
full of tears, cos she was on committee;
As ogres fought with
monsters vampire batwings beat the air
And sucked the blood
of any neck that happened to be bare.
A unicorn policeman
entered, coat of blazing white,
And quickly cleared
the hall as guests fled out into the night,
It hasn't been on
since, but all the undead will recall,
The last time they
all partied, what a night - Shapeshifters' Ball!
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