“THE STORY-A OF CREEPORIA” --- (in rhyme) ---
Copyright © 2006 ---
About three hundred years ago -
I was an actress in a show -
And I was known around the world
From Iceland to Pretoria.
When I performed or sang a song -
I drew a crowd, a happy throng -
They loved me, I could do no... more >
“THE STORY-A OF CREEPORIA” --- (in rhyme) ---
Copyright © 2006 ---
About three hundred years ago -
I was an actress in a show -
And I was known around the world
From Iceland to Pretoria.
When I performed or sang a song -
I drew a crowd, a happy throng -
They loved me, I could do no wrong -
And I had fame and glory-a.
But one day I was called to sing -
Before a famous queen and king -
And with me were the greatest bards -
And dancers in their leotards.
The brightest artists of the land -
Were brought in for a one night stand -
To stage a play so great and grand -
That it would make history-a.
T’was then occurred a heinous fluke -
A jealous thespian, a duke -
Came on stage to recite a sonnet.
I knocked his wig off and stepped on it -
It was an accident, I swear -
Yet he gave me an evil glare -
But wait, there’s even more-ia.
When later he found me alone -
He gazed at me with eyes of stone -
And now my story gets much worse -
For on my brow he placed a curse.
I feared that I would soon be dead -
But this is what the mad duke said:
You do not know that I’m a mage -
And now this mage is in a rage -
Because you dare to raise my ire -
I now reveal, I’m a VAMPIRE!
And since you made me look the fool -
I will turn you into a GHOUL!
You wanted fame to reach the sky -
But soon your name will be forgotten.
However, you shall never die -
You’ll walk the earth half-dead and rotten.
Only TWO things can break this curse.
It doesn’t matter which comes first.
Now, one way to win back your life -
Is if you can become the wife -
Of one who’ll gladly give their heart -
To such a vein, repulsive tart.
The second way to end this game -
Is if you can regain your fame.
Should you become a star once more -
Then this curse gets thrown out the door.
And so for three long centuries -
I’ve lived in an immortal freeze -
A timeless soul lost in the breeze -
‘Til fame and glory I can seize.
Throughout the years I’ve tried and tried -
To win back crowds, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried -
But creepiness is now a factor -
That ruins my work as an actor.
Yet still I rise up from my grave -
To once again be bold and brave.
To garner fame, I wish I could -
So I now live in Hollywood -
And every week I pray and pine -
To see my face on “Us” or “Time” -
But audiences seem to feel -
That this face they abhor-ia.
The very best that I can do -
Is end up on “Fangoria” -
So now you know my story-a -
And my name is…
And my name is …
And my name is… CREEPORIA!!!
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