Zombies are cool,
They don't go to school,
They'd rather eat brains
Than learn about stains.
They won't eat your couch,
But maybe your house.
They'll chew on the curtains,
And swallow your mice.
They'll break up the floorboards,
And eat all the lice.
They cannot be trusted..
Trusted, I swear,
They'll be up in your hair,
Destroy all of your flair.
Never lick a zombie.
They taste like rotten eggs.
Don't give up on running,
Or give them your legs.
No, give up on dying,
And give them your head.
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(Classy) Rhymes
Poetry"I can't quite contain All the things in my brain So I let them out to see If demons can truly be free". - Excerpt from poem.13 Well then, enjoy (I hope) this assortment of my (original) poems. Don't take them without permission, please. And, well...
