A Zombie Father’s Day Poem
You have always been there when people are mean,
When I make a mistake you don’t make a scene.
It don’t matter that your bad leg makes you lean,
I don’t even care that you’re flakey and green.
Your smell may be bad, your teeth not so bright,
When you walk out the door you sure are a site.
To some you are scary, yea you are a fright,
People run from you, but I think you’re alright.
I love how they scream when you come down the lanes,
I love even more that you take away my pains.
You only say one word, it drives me insanes,
But this I’ll forgive, cus you only want brains.
You came back from the grave; your hair’s kinda swampy
Your skin’s full of holes, some say you are comby.
Your style is bad, you don’t wear Abercrombie,
I love you anyway Dad, you’re my kind of zombie.
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