Zombie Limerick

I once met a lady quite rotten,
Whose eyes were the color of cotton.
She writhed and she moaned,
and her embrace was quite prone,
to leave your brains ill-gotten.

-Seamus

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One Response to Zombie Limerick

  1. Govoria says:

    Someone illustrate this, please.

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