An Unfortunate Case of Mistaken Identity

An Unfortunate Case of Mistaken Identity

I glared at them with friendly eyes,
And wondered then at their replies,
That they should possibly mistake,
And admonition to me make.
Again, I pointed at the flies.

“Seriously?” I said, “Allies,
Just listen to me then, you guys,
Right through his heart you stabbed a stake!”
I glared at them.

“Oh, come, come, come, there’s no disguise,”
Said they, “And now let’s see him rise.
A silver bullet it would take,
For werewolf is he. Goodness sake.”
“VAMPIRE in costume underlies!”
I glared at them.

Oops. ;-) 

I decided, since we're well into October, that I should make a silly Halloween poem for you. I hope you enjoyed it. This  particular form is called the Rondeau, and it's particularly easy (as poetry goes) to make, because it's written in syllables of eight: the meter of most music. 

I highly suggest if  you're going to try your hand at song writing for the first time, try the Rondeau. It may sound simplistic, but frankly, song writing is hard, so any assistance is a good thing.