Deep crimson liquid
The colour of blood
Dripped down the wall
Where a young man once stood
A zombie was munching
What looked like his feet
With eyeballs for afters
At the Halloween meet
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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I have tried all those muchies! But they all gave me gas! I think I need some Beano? Good one Sir David! Best, Linda