Night of the undead living zombies

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE ALL-SAINTS-DAY

AND I STOOD ON A MOUSE

SO I SCRAPED IT OFF MY FOOT WITH A TRAY

AND THREW IT OUT OF THE HOUSE

BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW

THAT MOUSE WAS A SPIRIT

AND THAT MEANT: NO

I DIDN’T KILL IT

THE SPIRIT WAS ANGERED

AND DIVED IN A GRAVE

THEN IT SETTLED

IN THE CARCASS IT CRAVED

AND UP FROM THE GRAVESTONE

THE MONSTER ROSE

IT EXPOSED ITS BONE

ITS FIRST VICTIM IT CHOSE:

A HAPPY OLD MAN

IN A WARM LARGE HOUSE

IT ATE HIS BRAINS

AND THAT OF HIS SPOUSE

THEY WALKED ROUND THE TOWN

INFECTING OTHERS

THEY SEARCHED UP AND DOWN

FOR MOTHERS, FATHERS, SISTERS AND BROTHERS

FINALLY THEY DECIDED TO DRAW

THEMSELVES TO MY HOME

THEY BROKE DOWN THE DOOR

AND GNAWED AT MY DOME

I SLIPPED

I SQUIRMED

BUT THEIR GRIP

WAS FIRM

SO THEN THEY BIT

THROUGH MY THICK SKULL

THEN THEY OPENED IT

WITH ONE MIGHTY PULL

I KNEW I WAS GOING TO DIE

I WAS FLOODED WITH DOUBT

THEY ATE MY BRAINS LIKE PIE

THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT!