Two Halloween Limmericks
Flesh eating zombies and gore;
Blood curdling screams I abhor.
In my neighborhood,
Folks are up to no good;
And the blood doesn’t come from a store.
Bodies rise up from the dead;
Yet they can’t take a shot to the head.
The logic is lame,
George Romero’s to blame;
I think I’ll watch Dexter instead.
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