Zombie
by moonlight.
Death, decay, corpses, and bones.
Now you’re in the mood,
To take a trip
to the grave yard.
It’s a stormy night, but the big, lushes,
White moon is out.
You try to escape from the noises in your presence.
But they get louder, and louder,
You turn around to find a zombie,
You are startled,
But you great him with a pleasant handshake.
“Hello sir, pleased to meet you.”
But you soon discover he wants to eat you,
He nibbles at your hand.
So you flee the premises,
And have nightmares for the rest of your existence.
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