Terence Fisher rules

Terence Fisher rules ... and
Peter Cushing cools
Christopher Lee's tools.

Bulbous boobs overflow.
Fangs for the mammaries.

I trek to Transylvania
to see the mania:
where
pitchforks
room.

Pretty boy goes down
  (a bulbous butted dude)
to the chamber floor.
No, not him!

Unlistfully, he meets his match –
he's quite a catch:
vampirus erectus.

Luscious incisors grow
to lengths unknown.
  (Those are big ones!)

Living dead eat
flesh – that's what
they like.

Goth is sex secret
-ed away:
straight or gay,
it finds a way.

Movies for mummies,
Baskerville funnies.

Fear finds pleasure
in his technicolor measure.

Terence Fisher cines –
a brief adieu.




for read write poem prompt #50: the gothic (’tis the season)
2011/10/31: placed in the imaginary garden with real toads