Then, my heart began drumming,
There were so many I quit summing,
And, all I heard was corpses humming,
I knew it was a zombie day,
Most days are in the month of May,
I led the zombies into a pool of clay,
They got stuck so, that's where they'll stay,
I wouldn't be surprised come June,
If the zombies died out by the first full moon,
The full moon in June can't come too soon,
Then, I'll write a zombie poem and zombie tune.
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