T'was the Holiday Season
When huge sales abound
And people drive in
From miles around.
Our Christmas displays
Were assembled with care
To please hapless shoppers
That soon would be there.
The zombies all groaned
And grumbled with glee
At the start of our
Christmas killing spree.
At front end the bodies
Were piled fifty high,
And soon the brain-eating
Time would be nigh.
More humans came in
For dinner and gifts
Unaware that their brains
From their skulls would be ripped
In time we made sure
The store doors were closed
And followed the smell of corpses
That tickled our nose.
We all chowed down
With voracious appetites
And should be satisfied
Till our New Years Eve bites.
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