Two young zombies met for a midnight tryst.
Miss Zombie claimed that she'd never been kissed!
As the mellow moon caressed her chalky face,
Mister Zombie was quite taken by her grace!
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
She said, "My love, that's what I like to hear!"
All was going swell 'til he whispered, "And moreover,
My honey dear, you look like death warmed over!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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