*Oh for the days when vamps were vamps Not just a bevy of bulbous scamps. The vintage vamp was serpentine, Was madder music and stronger wine. She ate her bedazzled victims whole, Body and bank account and soul; Yet, to lure a bishop from his crosier She needed no pectoral exposure, But trapped the prelate passing by With her melting mouth and harem eye. A gob of lipstick and mascara Was weapon enough for Theda Bara!*
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