Welcome to Beastly Tales. Each has a message, a moral. All are meant to have an element of humour. Naturally, any names included do not depict real folk but are included as part of the joke.
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(As with Beastly Banter Beastly Tales is written and illustrated by Richard Hersel.)
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Igor Bolowski from Transylvania came,
This was not directly his fault, no-one to blame,
It was not as though he took any scalps,
Just because he was from those Transylvanian Alps.
The Transylvanian Alps, in Rumania are.
Close to where Igor dwelled, not very far.
Those Rumanians tend to think they are the best,
Particularly those hailing from Bucharest.
Transylvania is reputed to have vampires that dwell,
No-one really believes this, no not well.
Although Igor did have over-long canine teeth.
They were fairly normal, viewed from underneath.
Igor, a nightwatchman, slept during the day.
He came into his own, for work and play.
At night time, dressing in black, diligently working, to avoid the sack.
On weekend nights he did not work,
But still went out, as though others to irk.
Because these were special nights, he wore his black cape,
Looking most sinister, made folk gape!
He said to his landlady, “I’m going out for dinner.”
He seemed to know what he was doing, not a beginner.
He would lurk in the dark streets of Slotina,
With a bib tucked into his collar, to keep him cleaner.
If he chanced upon a poor wandering soul,
He would view him as though soup in a bowl.
With his elongated canine teeth,
His neck he would bite from underneath.
The surprised person would scream out in fright,
Dashing off into the dark, dark night.
Igor would wipe his mouth, disappointed.
Why were mealtimes always so disjointed?
He walked down the street, a restaurant to find,
Being most famished, dinner was on his mind.
A Mexican restaurant he found, the Taco Bowl,
Frijoles and Salsa would be good for his soul,
The Waitress asked, “Anything else with that?”
And Igor lunged at her neck, under her waitress hat!