Amusing poem about a Zombie named Fred.
I met a Zombie.
His name was Fred.
He was untidy and gruesome,
And completely dead.
He walked with his arms out
Looking for food.
Don’t mess with Fred.
He’s a real dead dude.
Fred was not mean.
He just liked to eat.
He wasn’t very picky.
He’d eat arms, legs, or feet.
Don’t expect a compliment
From the lips of Fred.
After all, he was part of
The Ungrateful Dead.
Wow awesome 
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