The grave digger’s daughter such a lovely ghoul,
Newly dug from the cemetery pool
Teenage mutant beauty queen,
Selling her daddy for a pickled spleen
Hopelessly devoted to her zombie beau,
Ripe for love-bites all in a row.
Never lose your heart to a ghoul
She’ll eat it raw her first solemn rule
Graveyard dining is all the rage,
Cadavers taste best with a little age.
Cleaning her teeth with femur bones,
Keeping vigil to aged headstones.
Marinated with formaldehyde
Preserving drippings fetid inside
The grave digger’s daughter freshly dug
A warning to beware don’t offer a hug.
Munching on ladyfingers, and beggar-toes
Shopping the graves all in rows
On your grave post a plaque,
"I’m not meant for a midnight snack!"
lisa cooper 10/31/2013