Zombie Poetry


There once was a zombie named Lloyd
From Jersey, he said things like “boid”.
He shuffles along,
My brain bangs a gong,
So I popped him in the skull and mastoid.


I once was alive, but no more.
Got bit by Zack on the shore.
I’ve no more bills,
No more pain,
And I don’t talk with my mouth full anymore.


Honestly, I like your shoes.
Don’t snap! I’ll give you some news.
Your brains are so thin,
I’d rather have been
Unaware of on what you chews.

Happy Monday.


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