We’re rotten, we stink, but we’re not what you think:
those zombies you see on TV.
We’re cultured, refined, so we hope you won’t mind
if we munch on your brains for our tea.
We know some undead are quite crude and ill-bred.
They eat with no trace of decorum.
They chomp and they slurp, yes they dribble and burp.
I do think your brain’s too good for ‘em.
So, come to our table, as soon as you’re able,
we’ve cutlery, napkins and wine.
We’ll fry your grey matter with parsley and batter.
I’m sure you’ll just think it divine!
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Paul Hughes, 2009
