Poems SCARY Storybook


I am not dead, not alive, somewhere in the middle.
Not a ghost, not a ghoul.
Not able to play the fiddle.
I can not go on planes.
My favorite food is brains.
Bad luck, dumbstruck, I am one of those lames.
Please send your brains in a package,
Because of my very poor lackage.

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