Lucinda
met a zombie man;
She vowed she’d be his bride.
A bride! A bride! At
last, a bride!
What difference if her groom had
died;
She knew his loving, milky eyes
Saw only what’s inside.
She knew he didn’t mind her limp,
Her crooked teeth or lazy eye.
Her tangled hair flew everywhere,
Her zombie man, though, didn't
care.
And what’s a wart or twenty-two;
Her zombie man, he looked right
through.
His love was simple, pure and
true.
A wedding cake and pink champagne!
A cake and pink champagne!
Lucinda knew, oh yes, she knew,
Her zombie love, he loved her
true;
He loved her for her brain.
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