The witches are coming over
The zombies are coming to dance
We need something to cause a stir
That will make them frolic and prance
Let's make them all a horror shortcake
That will fill them with a greedy glee
A great horror confection we'll bake
With a healthy side of bitter blood tea
We'll start with some brain
To be our wonderful base
Then with guts we'll stain
For it to be very first place
We'll top it with a sweet whip
Made out of human eyes
And here's a helpful little tip
Don't make it with thighs
This party will be a blast
With this wonderful shortcake
They will finish it fast
Maybe another I will bake
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The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoetryMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
