Vampire Vitamin Feast!
It’s a vampire mash, and vitamins are scattered across the halls like so much blood congealed into little capsules.
Vampires feast on nutritional goodness like so many babes sucking at mothers’ teat. It’s a wild catechism of splendorous, lustful, gorging. Like so many splendorous ballroom dances.
The little children are screaming like so many ravens hung out to dry, still alive and boiling in the pie.
The gruesome hordes gather outside the dusty hall, bickering and grumbling like so many cattle at the rein, weighting for their chance to bray and smatter the newly picked.
The newly weds beg for life extension, eternal life extension, like so many others have before, only to receive, juicy, red death. The ladies at the washboard scrub like so many muscle men scrubbing their own washboard abs in bath tubs.
And the wolf howls for the best multivitamin where no vitamin lingers. It’s a trap!
