They just wants your brains,
your tasty, tasty brains.
(is that too much to ask?)

They don't worry about cholesterol,
and they don't mind your clothes.
(really, they just want a snack)

Lumbering around, hardly a sound,
they'll be your bestest friends.
(just don't mind the smell)

So what your next door neighbor is screaming,
he never returned your lawnmower, anyhow.
(they promise not to tell)

Here comes Ned, the mailman,
with his arm dangling from his side.
(he just climbed over the wall)

Here they come to greet you warmly,
they want to have you for dinner.
(perhaps you should go to the mall?)

01/19/2010

Posted on 01/19/2010
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