Brains
Never dine with zombies
They’ll only eat your brains.
And don’t take them to Ambercrombie’s
Because there they’ll do the same.
Eating brain’s is what they do,
And for brains they’re on the hunt.
Don’t invite them out for Chinese food,
Because brains are all they want.
Zombie’s have a one track mind,
They don’t care who won the game.
And if you ask them I think you’ll find,
That they will explain this just the same.
Conversations have their limits,
When “Must eat brains,” is all they say.
I hate to call them dim wits,
But they are, to my dismay.
That’s why I find it so confusing,
That zombies are invited out so often.
So I think that it’s quite amusing
When their host ends up in a coffin.
He should have seen it coming,
He should have worn a hat.
So before it’s brains you’re gumming,
Please try to remember that.
Because once a zombie eats you brain,
You become a zombie too.
Then your conversation will be inane,
And I won’t talk to you.
by Tony Lane
For the Creatures of the Night contest
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