Zombies have eaten my nextdoor neighbors
And now they are coming after me.
They are standing outside of my front door
As many as far as my eyes can see.
My door keeps rattling and shaking.
I keep asking, "Who the heck is there?"
And every time I look out my window.
They show me their evil glare.
They keep knocking on my windows.
And say they want to eat my brain.
Most of my neighbors are dead or dying,
My brain is the only one left to claim.
They tell me it won't hurt very much.
It just takes a little sugar and spice.
But ever since they came to my doorstep,
They have not been very nice.
I tell them that I hate solicitors.
I'll call the cops, if they don't go away.
By the look of them, they seem quite hungry.
At this rate, they could be here all day.
I have a fridge which is full of leftovers.
But that does absolutely no good.
Nothing will help their hunger,
Except a straw and a cup of human blood.
These zombies are so annoying!
They have even started to moan and groan.
I am about to get out my baseball bat.
Why won't they just leave me alone?
Now they just broke down my front door...
......His brain was cold, hard, and chewy.
But after some seasoning and cooking.
It became soft, warm, and gooey.
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