Unwelcome Vithitor.

You'll pardon my disheveled hair

and clothes in disarray,

but I was blown round, here and there,

as I flew on my way.

My radar tangled with the storm;

I nearly lost my path.

With only fur to keep me warm

I've had a freezing bath!

You do not believe that minutes past

I was a soaring bat?

Well, a pity to waste your last

moments thinking of that!

Look at these teeth. Have you ever seen

fangs that are sharp, and glint?

I keep them edged, and white and clean

with toothpaste tinged with mint.

You are the one tonight I stalk.

You will not feel much pain.

Dammit! I mutht learn not to talk,

I've bit my wip again!