There once lived a man with a zombie defense plan;
He loaded his ammo and had a gun for each hand.
He wore a tactical vest packed with gear, ready for combat, for anything , he feared.
With a long knife on his hip, and one secured to his back, he slipped on his black gloves, ready for the attack.
As the undead started gathering around, he stepped from the shadows, and mowed dozens down.
He was quite proud of himself and what he had done, as he yelled out in excitement “come get some !”
His rifle blasted away when he heard a small click, so he changed to his pistols real damn quick!
Then his head turned sharply as his ears heard a sound, “Daddy are you finished playing the game, ’cause you look like a clown!”
– Submitted by JCF
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