Graveside

 

Don't sit beside my graveside and weep.

I am not there,

I popped out for a bite to eat,

but I can't find any brains anywhere.

Has this world gotten dumber?

There used to be lots in supply,

but now as I wake from my slumber,

I find the stocks are dwindling

and I'm starting to wonder why.

 

Don't sit by my graveside and weep.

I'm not there,

I left a few hours ago,

dug myself out into the midnight air.

It was getting rather stuffy

under the ground below.

I popped out through the mud

and into the night I go.

 

I had a pang of hunger

deep in my stomach.

A rumbling like thunder.

An urgent need to eat,

leapt into action to feed,

all around I searched.

Well leaping is a stretch

I only kind of lurched.

 

So don't sit at my graveside,

It's cold and you may catch your death.

Me I've no feeling in this body,

not even a breath.

Only the hunger keeps me marching on,

just the sound of my stomach

and it's growling song.

I'll keep looking for some brains,

though the quality has diminished

but I can't be too picky I'm absolutely famished.

 

 

 

 

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