"I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket." ~ Jim Butcher

 

Some beer was spilled on the barroom floor,

when the pub was shut for the night
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all through the night, you could hear him roar
"Bring on the goddam cat!"