Zombie's Backyard Barbecue and Brawl
Hi Ho, spooky spook fans, greetings from Hell,
and near the Halloween scene, where I dwell,
thought I should share this cautionary tale.
Just in case you're a real...squeamish beamish!
In my hovel, where I go to wallow,
I dream of satiating my hollow,
but it's hard finding things I can swallow.
I need something to munch on...that's crunchy!
The Zombie's Backyard Barbecue and Brawl,
they're serving up the finest meats that crawl,
creepy kid's bawling, in the bathroom stall.
Don't forget to wipe those tears while you're there!
Such delicate morsels of meat, so sweet,
my chompers might get something good to eat,
lest I can't wait and start chomping my feet!
Guess I better cut off my toe tag first!
Brains and legs, have really got me drooling,
and this boy didn't need any schooling,
my liver spots have festered, they're pooling!
Heard they might even serve, Agent Orange!
Yummy, my tummy is feeling crummy,
but like I said, this boy is no dummy!
So? I didn't listen to my Mummy!
Curses! That Witch never loved me anyway!
Black heart, not quite the lost art as it seems,
can't overshadow my Crispy Queen dreams,
all covered in kid-safe, caramelized creams!
Better stock up on a case of Bromo!
Well, hi Diddle Diddle, on my fiddle,
lady fingers smack dab in the middle,
of this luscious, culinary riddle!
How many bites does it take to reach bone?...One!
Everything here is good to the last fright,
unless you're looking for a real good fight!
Well then, off menu...it's crows feet all night.
Not bad, but I just choke on the feathers!
Lucky for me, there's always plenty of knuckle sandwiches to fill my belly!
Aah, that really hit the spot!
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