Chapter 1 of Dracula's Ranunculus:: The Boy Who Could Imagine

Once upon an eon

There was a boy with a crayon

Who gave life to everything he drew on

Once, on paper he drew a butterfly

With sparkling eyes

And periwinkle dots laid out like dies

On a gossamer board, endless folds

Then behold!

The paper crinkled and crackled

And then the speckled

Butterfly flew out on a route

Of circles, whirls, and twirls

Barrel rolls and loop-di-loops

Until finally it was pooped

So it drifted down

Like sifted sand

'Til on the paper it did land

And thus began

The boy's plan

To always wear a helmet

In case he drew a ram

-Neil Abellansoa

Dracula's Ranunculus

Dracula's affinity for ranunculus bordered ridiculous
To the point of using calculus and parabolas to predict the bloom of the flower fabulous

Then Dracula's time came to give the ranunculus
To the lovely Ursulas who had his heart rapturous

But alas! The ranunculus were not in season crushing Dracula's reason

"So sorry. Indeed I am." were the words of Dracula as was his weird vernacular
Nonetheless Ursulas says, "Don't be ridiculous!"

And her smile was enough for Dracula to reason
That it needn't matter the season
Nor what the calculus and parabolas said when the flower fabulous would bloom

For Ursulas herself was the flower fabulous, the rapturous ranunculus that's forever in bloom.