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Entry for a zombie poetry contest. The lower the rating the better. |
| The Nutty Professor, He's so plump, His stomach don't you dare pump, Look at those meaty cheeks, On them I would like to spring a few leaks, Not that fast at all, He better not run, oh the gall Look at all that meat jiggle, Oh he fell, look at him wiggle, His family looks just right, to quench my appetite, Wait, what was that noise? Oh he was just being one of the boys, Wait, don't drink the potion, Why'd you do that, Where'd you get the notion?, That's right, get big again, Just how we like 'em, with all the filling. |