Origin Of The Story

Bram Stoker barbecued a
pheasant in The Phoenix Park.
While it roasted, he went to the
Guinness Tap, for a quick one.
On return Cinderella was there.

“I think it is Icarus” she said,
and proceeded to give him
a *******. Bram wasted no
time, a matter of urgency, he
offered to help with his poker.

Then suddenly, a miraculous
renaissance, as sooty the bat
rose up from the embers into
leaden Irish rain clouds. The
Count Dracula was conceived.