Sitting at a high school table, sipping on their Diet Coke,
Was a group of trendy-hair-styled, white-made-up vampiric folk.
Students pass them in the daylight, don’t find them a trifle odd,
While in the dark their rough-trade cousins, polish off a hick-town bod.
Hold the action for a moment, of very dull pubescent love,
Lovers sit there, trading glances, till a villain gets the shove,
Hey there, actors, cries the audience, any action here tonight?
But the actors merely eyeball. After all, it is Twilight.