In my back yard I keep a big zombie
And often I forget to feed him
His bowl of human body parts
This gets to be a problem
Because more than once he
Has tried to eat me
This is scary
He smells all
Corpse-like
So
I
Ran for
My roses
Because the big
Bloated zombie was
Running fast toward them
I didn't want him smashing
Into my priceless blue Ming Vase
And spilling half rotten rose water
Over the dining room linoleum
Oh Jesus there he goes again, that ass.
He is eating my rotted roses
I guess he likes dead smelly things
It was then that I farted
Long and rhythmically sound.
His gaze turned to me
Oh shit, I think
he wants to
eat me!
AAAAAAHHHHH!
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