Shy, Lonely Zombie Seeks Beautiful Necrophiliac

“Hi, my name is Dave, the local zombie, I don’t see you around here often. Would you like to go out for a drink, Or would you like to come back to my coffin.” Hmm, she ran, she couldn’t leave fast enough, Maybe it was my brand of after shave. Or maybe it’s this dark end of the cemetery, Just maybe I need a new grave. You see, I find it hard to meet new women, A chaotic woman, preferably a haemophiliac. I’ve now joined an internet dating site with, “Shy, lonely zombie seeks beautiful necrophiliac ". Zany poem contest